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
