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