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.
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