Oh, oh-oh

Oh, oh-oh

Comfort, oh comfort

To every place that is scorched and dry

Comfort, speak comfort

To every darkness, in need of the light

In the wilderness, the green of Eden

In the wasteland, the garden blooms

Up from the desert, springs a river

For He is making, everything new

Oh-oh

Oh, oh-oh

Comfort, oh comfort

There is a highway through this dry land

They will call him, a Man of Sorrows

And like a seed, buried deep to rise again

And in the wilderness, the green of Eden

In the wasteland, the garden blooms

Up from the desert, springs a river

For He is making, everything new

Oh-oh

Oh, oh-oh

Comfort, oh comfort

For the ransomed, will return with a song

And with joy, we'll come into Zion

And all our sorrow, all our sighing will be gone

And in the wilderness, the green of Eden

In the wasteland, the garden blooms

Up from the desert, springs a river

For He is making, everything new (oh-o-oh)

He is making, everything new

Oh, oh-oh