← Comfort, ye ministers of grace Millennial Harp (1843) · No. 53

Comfort, ye ministers of grace

L. M.

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Comfort, ye ministers of grace,Comfort the people of your Lord;O lift ye up the fallen race,And cheer them by the gospel word.

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Go into every nation, go,Speak to their trembling hearts, and cry,Glad tidings unto all we show;Jerusalem, thy God is nigh.

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Hark! in the wilderness a cry,A voice that loudly calls, Prepare!Prepare your hearts, for God is nigh,And means to make his entrance there!

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The Lord your God shall quickly come;Sinners, repent! the call obey:Open your hearts to make him room;Ye desert souls, prepare his way.

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The Lord shall clear his way through all;Whate'er obstructs, obstructs in vain;The vale shall rise, the mountain fall,Crooked be straight, and rugged plain.

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The glory of the Lord displayedShall all mankind together view,And what his mouth in truth hath said,His own almighty hand shall do.