Console my people, the ones dear to me,
Speak to the heart of Jerusalem,
The time of your mourning is ended now,
The Lord of life will come.
A voice cries out in the wilderness:
"Prepare a way for the Lord!"
A voice cries out in the wilderness:
"Make straight a highway for God!"
Ev'ry valley is made a plain,
Ev'ry mountain is leveled
The glory of God shall then be revealed,
And the nations will sing in praise.
A voice cries out in the wilderness:
"Prepare a way for the Lord!"
A voice cries out in the wilderness:
"Make straight a highway for God!"
A voice shouts: "Cry!" O what shall I cry?
All flesh is like grass and its flowers,
The grass may wither, the flower may fade,
But the Word of the Lord is forever.
A voice cries out in the wilderness:
"Prepare a way for the Lord!"
A voice cries out in the wilderness:
"Make straight a highway for God!"