Comfort Ye My People
Comfort ye, comfort ye, my people, sayeth our God. The voice of him that crieth in the wilderness, Prepare ye the way of our Lord. Make straight in the desert a highway, a
highway for our God. Ev’ry valley shall be exalted, and hills shall be made low; and the crooked shall be made straight and the rough places plain. Hast thou not seen,
hast thou not heard that the everlasting God: Fainteth not neither is weary? There is no searching of His understanding. But they that wait upon the Lord shall renew their
strength; They shall mount up with wings of eagles; they shall run and not be weary; They shall walk, they shall walk, they shall walk and not faint.