Let the wilderness and dry lands exult.
Let the wasteland rejoice and bloom.
Sometimes our prayers seem to have no result.
And yet again and again we resume.

Let it bring forth flowers like the jonkquil.

Let it rejoice and sing for joy.

And let us too be tranquil.

A spiritual alloy.

Strengthen all weary hands.

Steady all trembling knees

Across all far near and far lands.

And unto the furthest depths of all seas.

God is coming.

He is coming.

…….

Let dry lands exult

And let all wastelands rejoice
And let them all bloom

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See Isaiah 35 : 1-10