1 A Voice from the desert comes awful and shrill;
The Lord is advancing; prepare ye the way!
The word of Jehovah he comes to fulfil,
And o'er the dark world pour the splendor of day.
2 Bring down the proud mountain, though towering to heaven, And be the low valley exalted on high;
The rough path and crooked be made smooth and even, For, Zion! your King, your Redeemer, is nigh.
3 The beams of salvation his progress illume,
The lone, dreary wilderness sings of her God;
The rose and the myrtle there suddenly bloom,
And the olive of peace spreads its branches abroad.