A rose shall bloom in a lonely place,
A wild shall echo with sounds of joy,
For heaven's own gladness its bounds shall grace,
And forms angelic their songs employ.
And Lebanon's cedars shall rustle their boughs
And fan their leaves in the scented air:
And Carmel and Sharon shall pay their vows,
And shout, for the glory of God is there.
O,say to the fearful, be strong of heart;
He comes in vengeance, but not for thee,
For thee He comes, His might to impart
To the trembling heart and the feeble knee.
The blind shall see, and the deaf shall hear,
The dumb shall raise their notes for Him,
The lame shall leap like the unharmed deer,
And the thirsty shall drink of the living stream.
The ransomed of God shall return to Him,
With a chorus of joy to a gladsome lay;
No eye with a tear of grief shall be dim,
For sorrow and sighing shall flee away.