God's Rest Ye Mary Magdelene - Deborah Ermter

God’s rest ye Mary Magdalene 

God’s rest ye Mary Magdalene 

And shelter from the Mob 

The judgments made by violent man 

Are not the thoughts of God 

Who came and told us “Do not judge” 

So we hung Him on a cross 

For His tidings of comfort and joy 

Comfort and joy 

Oh tidings of comfort and joy. 

God’s rest ye Drunken Sailor 

And stillness to the waves 

Silence to the lies you’ve heard: 

“You’re too strung out to save” 

I met a Man at Matthews’s house 

With healing in His veins 

Flowing Tidings of comfort and joy 

Comfort and joy 

Oh tidings of comfort and joy 

God’s rest ye Zealous Pharisee 

And love to all your fear 

The gift of Christ is truly free 

And has been all these years 

There is a balm in Gilead 

To give us ears to hear 

Hear His tidings of comfort and joy 

Comfort and joy 

Oh tidings of comfort and joy.