Friday, December 11, 2015

Time of Refuge Gee!

December 11, 2015
Post by Phil Bjornberg
Comfort, comfort my people,
speak peace, this is what our God commands;
comfort all those who sit in darkness,
mourning 'neath their sorrow's load;
speak to Syria of the peace that waits for them;
tell her that all sins I cover,
and her warfare now is over.

For the herald's voice is crying
in the desert far and near,
bidding all humanity to repentance,
since the ruler of peace now is here.
O that warning cry obey!
Now prepare for God a way!
Let the valleys rise to meet him,
and the hills bow down to greet him.

Make straight what long was crooked,
make the rougher places plain:
let your hearts be true and humble,
as befits God’s holy reign,
For the glory of the Lord
now o'er the earth is shed abroad,
and all flesh shall see the token
that his word is never broken.   
adapted from Words: Johann G. Olearius, 1671; trans. Catherine Winkworth, 1863

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