Comfort, comfort, all my people
with the comfort of my Word.
Speak it tender to my people:
all your sins are taken away.

Though your tears be rivers running,
though your tears be an ocean full,
though you cry with the hurt of living:
comfort, comfort.
Every valley shall be lifted,
every mountain shall be low,
every rough place will be smoother:
comfort, comfort.

Comfort, comfort, all my people
with the comfort of my Word.
Speak it tender to my people:
all your sins are taken away.

Though your eyes see only darkness,
though your eyes can see no light,
though your eyes see pain and sorrow:
comfort, comfort.
Every night will have its morning,
every pain will have an end,
every burden will be lightened:
comfort, comfort.

Comfort, comfort, all my people
with the comfort of my Word.
Speak it tender to my people:
all your sins are taken away.

Words: Robin Mann 1949-