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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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LYRICS
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Meter:
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Dates:
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1930
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Bible Refs:
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Jn 1:23;
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Year
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Song #
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| 1998 | # 106 | | 1938 | # 293 | | 1971 | # 153 | | 1982 | # 75 |
MUSIC
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Name:
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HEREFORD
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