| 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!
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