Comfort ye Comfort ye My people Comfort ye Comfort ye My people Comfort ye Comfort ye My people Prepare ye the way of Yah Make straight in the desert A highway for our Elohim Let every valley be lifted up Every mountain be made low Let the crooked places be made straight And let nothing stand in the way Comfort ye Comfort ye My people Who has measured the waters up above And the waters here below Counted the dust of the earth In the palm of His hands What are the nations when compared To the One who sits enthroned? All flesh is grass and it's glory must fade Only Your word will remain When the Ruach will blow the flowers will fade And all the grass Will wither away Comfort ye Comfort ye My people Comfort ye Comfort ye My people So prepare ye the way of Yah Make straight in the desert A highway for our Elohim Let every valley be lifted up Every mountain be made low Let the crooked places be made straight And let nothing stand in the way Comfort ye Comfort ye My people Behold our Elohim, He will come With healing in His wings And the old will be young again And the lame, they will run with them So we will look to Him, He's the One We've been waiting for, to come Like the rain Come again And the glory of Yah, will be revealed And all flesh will see it Let the glory of Yah, be revealed That all flesh may see it Let the glory of Yah, cover the earth Like the waters cover the sea Let the glory of Yah, be revealed That all flesh may see it Comfort ye Comfort ye My people Comfort ye Comfort ye My people