First Sunday in Advent I

The voice of one that cries
Along the wilds untrod;
'Prepare ye in the wilderness
A highway for our God.

Be every valley raised,
And every hill made low,
The crooked straight, the rugged plain;
For God hath willed it so.

The glory of the Lord
To all men shall appear;
His word shall sound throughout the world,
And every nation hear.

Man's glory is a flower,
The flesh of man is grass:
Only the promise of our God
Is now, and ever was.'