Hymn: 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,
ascend to the heights and sing!
Proclaim to a desolate people
The coming of their King.
The works of pride all perish,
like flowers they shall decay;
The power and pomp of nations
Shall pass like a dream away.
But your word, O God, is faithful,
Your arm, O Lord, is strong;
You stand in the midst of nations,
And you will right the wrong.
You shall feed your flock like a shepherd,
the lambs you'll gently hold;
to pastures of peace you’ll lead them,
and bring them safe to your fold.
arr. Anne Krentz Organ
Sung by Catherine A. Germann