Evandro Oliva

Comfort Ye, My People

Evandro Oliva


Comfort ye
Comfort ye my people
Saith your God

Speak ye comfortably to jerusalem
And cry unto her
That her warfare is accomplished
That her iniquity is pardoned

The voice of him
That crieth in the wilderness
Prepare ye the way of the lord
Make straight in the desert
A highway for our God