Lo, He Comes! Let All Adore Him

Lo

He comes! Let all ad­ore Him

Tis the God of grace and truth.

Go pre­pare the way be­fore Him

Make the rug­ged plac­es smooth;

Lo! He comes

the migh­ty Lord

Great His work

and His re­ward.

Let the val­leys all be rais­èd

Go

and make the crook­ed straight;

Let the mount­ains be abas­èd

Let all na­ture change its state.

Through the des­ert mark a road

Make a high­way for our God.

Through the des­ert God is go­ing

Through the des­ert waste and wild;

Where no good­ly plant is grow­ing

Where no ver­dure ev­er smiled;

But the des­ert shall be glad

And with ver­dure soon be clad.

Where the thorn and bri­er flour­ished

Trees shall there be seen to grow;

Planted by the Lord

and nour­ished

Stately

fair

and fruit­ful

too;

They shall rise on ev­ery side

They shall spread their branch­es wide.

From the hills

and lof­ty mount­ains

Rivers shall be seen to flow;

There the Lord will op­en fount­ains

Thence sup­ply the plains be­low;

As He pass­es

ev­ery land

Shall con­fess His pow­er­ful hand.