Comfort, Comfort Ye My People by Johann Gottfried Olearius (Tr. Catherine Winkworth) FREU DICH SEHR—Genevan Psalter, 1551 Comfort, Comfort Ye My People 1 Comfort, comfort ye my people, Speak ye peace, thus sayeth our God; Comfort those who sit in darkness Mourning neath their sorrows’ load. Speak ye to Jerusalem Of the peace that waits for them; Tell her that her sins I cover, And her warfare now is over. 2 Hark, the voice of one that crieth In the desert far and near, Calling us to new repentance