Scripture Verse

The Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of mercies, and the God of all comfort. 2 Corinthians 1:3


Lucy J. R. Meyer (1849–1922)

Words: Emi­ly H. Mill­er, in Chau­tau­qua Ca­rols, ed­it­ed by Ro­bert Low­ry, W. How­ard Doane & Will­iam F. Sher­win (New York & Chi­ca­go, Il­li­nois: Big­low & Main, 1878), num­ber 160.

Music: Mey­er Lucy J. R. Mey­er, 1910 (🔊 pdf nwc).

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Emily H. Miller (1833–1913)


God of all com­fort, calm and fair
Stretch the broad plains be­neath Thine eye;
And si­lent, through the ha­zy air,
Rise the blue hills to meet the sky.

The mu­sic of the Sab­bath bells
Floats soft­ly on the bal­my air,
And the green earth in thou­sand tones
Lifts to Thy throne her grate­ful pray­er.

God of all com­fort, deeper far
Than the glad voice of earth or sea,
Swells the full tide of thank­ful song
Our hearts would of­fer unto Thee.

Yet when we strive, our lips can frame
No words to speak Thy match­less love,
So far the ho­nor of Thy name
Lies all our high­est thoughts above.

Read Thou with­in our si­lent hearts,
The songs they vain­ly seek to raise,
And count their grate­ful tears for pray­er,
Their trem­bling joy for tune­ful praise.