Comfort, Comfort All My People (AOV 2/12)

This is a sweet folk style song from the seventies by Robin Mann who writes about it here.  The real meat is in the optional third and fourth verse and I see no reason not to sing the lot. A snippet is to be heard here at AOV.

The music in this AOV collection is rarely unclear, but here in the guitar edition it is not clear enough that the last bar on the fourth line is only sung at the end and does not lead into the verses at all.

Refrain

Comfort, comfort all my people

with the comfort of my word.

Speak it tender to my people:

All your sins are taken away.

Verse 1

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.

Refrain

Verse 2

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.

Refrain

 Verse 3

 Though we build strong walls for prisons,

though we feast while others starve,

though we fill this world with weapons:

comfort, comfort.

Every prisoner will be rescued,

every hungry mouth be filled,

every gun will rust, forgotten:

comfort, comfort.

Refrain

 Verse 4

Though we fracture God’s creation,

though we stand so far apart,

though we fail to love each other:

comfort, comfort.

Every wall will crack and crumble,

every stranger will be friend,

every one embrace another:

comfort, comfort.

Refrain

© Robin Mann 1975.

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