Give comfort here to keep,
Your warfare is complete,
The martial foes are leveled low,
All darkness Christ defeats.
Give comfort – clearly said,
Your putrid sins have fled,
Forever past your saving lasts,
For dying now is dead.
Give comfort, joy and kind,
This double portion – mine!
I bless my King, salvation sing,
For Him I only pine.
Let voices vent in fens,
In deserts raise the hymn:
“Prepare a way; your paths make straight,
Jehovah comes to men!”
His glory is revealed,
As infant-voicing peeled,
All flesh shall see eternity,
The Word of God congealed.
Prepare to see His face,
Who put the world in place,
Move mountains great, vast valleys raise,
All leveled in His grace.
The Word became a man.
The Word forever stands.
With voices keen: the Word is seen.
Himself dared sin He damns!
In Vision’s valley, veiled and vast,
Catastrophe the die is cast.
The slain surrendered not by sword,
The battlements are blast and bored.
The archers shoot in shining sheets,
The blazes burn, the bosoms beat.
The horses hounding all around,
The enemies, entrenched, abound.
But you yield to your armories,
Thus trusting in war weaponry.
And in your towers touting trust,
For thrilling sights your swords you thrust.
And then you rally to your roof,
From holocaust to hold aloof.
To dance and drink, and wink and woo,
As if no slaughter sallies through.
“Be merry men, tomorrow die!
No horror to our houses hies!”
But God has called for grieving here,
To tear your cloaks and call up tears.
Repent! This waring heed with woe,
And to your God, the Giver, go.
The folk who follow His advance,
Despair He drowns in holy dance!
He hews Himself a people high,
Who celebrate His season right.
Repent, rejoice, and fast and feast:
In timely place and propered piece.
So wail and weep for sinning stain,
With clamor joy that Jesus came!
Since Christ then has suffered in flesh,
Start arming yourselves for the fight.
With Christ’s attitude as your sword,
A weapon, omnipotent might!
For those who are dead can not sin,
And Christ suffered once in our stead.
We mystically bonded with Christ,
Judicially counted lusts dead.
And we’ve spent enough time in sin,
Immoral, in drunkenness, lust,
In orgies, idolatries great,
We’ve lived now too long in disgust.
So now is the time to escape,
To Christ turn to Him you align.
Though through this estranging the world,
Who hatefully curse and malign.
But all men will give an account,
To Him who will judge quick and dead.
Those dead in their sins good news reached,
That they might embrace God instead.
Prepare for your spiritual war,
And cast off your sins on the cross.
Ignoring the slander of man,
Preach gospel to all who are lost.