Poem October 9, 1920 Issue

[Written for the Sentinel]

"Comfort ye"

MARY A. BLOMFIELD

Comfort ye, comfort ye my people, saith your God. Speak ye comfortably to Jerusalem, and cry unto her, that her warfare is accomplished. Isaiah xl. 1, 2.

Comfort ye, O my children,
But be quick to hear and do,
For Love is calling, calling,
Love is calling unto you.

The hour is upon us
To be angels unto men,
Guarding and upholding
His banner once again.

That his way may be made perfect
So the hearts of men may know
He is living—He is present
Wherever they may go.

And His grace it is sufficient,
His peace is theirs to know;
His voice is speaking to them—
A still, small voice and low.

Comfort ye my people—
I am with you, lo, alway.
Arise and shine in power!
Love claims its perfect day.

Arise! Arise! Stand upright,
Ye sons of men, for, lo,
The Son of God is with you.
Each shall his stature know.

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