Advent to Candlemas (Vol. 2)
The Desert Rose
- The waste will blossom as a rose
When our Redeemer comes at last;
His lovingkindness will disclose
the veiled promise of the past:
The exile of our sin complete,
We will return with joyful feet.
- The desert will bring forth a spring
That we may be baptised anew,
A highway to our new born king
Will open for the strong and true:
Our strength and truth in holiness
Born of the Saviour we confess.
- Where harps were silent they will play,
Where teardrops fell, laughter will rise;
We long now for that happy day
When Jesus in the manger lies:
Then we will dance and sweetly sing
A welcome to our new born King.