There’s a Voice in the Wilderness Crying

There’s a voice in the wil­der­ness cry­ing

A call from the ways un­trod:

Prepare in the de­sert a high­way

A high­way for our God!

The valleys shall be ex­alt­ed

The lofty hills brought low;

Make straight all the crook­ed plac­es

Where the Lord our God may go!

O Zion

that bring­est good tid­ings

Get thee up to the heights and sing!

Proclaim to a de­so­late peo­ple

The coming of their king.

Like the flow­ers of the field they per­ish

The works of men de­cay

The pow­er and pomp of na­tions

Shall pass like a dream away.

But the word of our God en­dur­eth

The arm of the Lord is strong;

He stands in the midst of na­tions

And He will right the wrong.

He shall feed His flock like a shep­herd

And fold the lambs to His breast;

In pas­tures of peace He’ll lead them

And give to the wea­ry rest.

There’s a voice in the wil­der­ness cry­ing

A call from the ways un­trod:

Prepare in the de­sert a high­way

A high­way for our God!

The val­leys shall be ex­alt­ed

The lof­ty hills brought low;

Make straight all the crook­ed plac­es

Where the Lord our God may go!