Comfort, comfort ye my people; speak ye peace: thus says your God. Comfort those who sit in darkness bowed beneath oppression’s load; speak ye to Jerusalem of the peace that waits for them tell her that her sins I cover, and her warfare no is over. Make ye straight what logn was crooked; make the rougher places plain. Let your heart be true and humble as befit Messiah’s reign. For the glory of the Lord now o’er earth is she abroad, and all flesh shall see the token that God’s Word is never broken. – Book of Common Praise, 100:1-3.