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

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


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.