Comfort, comfort all my people,

Jerusalem, God spoke of tenderly.

Tell her now her pain is over

That she is freed, and granted God's new peace.

Voices cry out in the desert:

we must prepare a pathway

made straight for God to use.

Ev'ry valley shall be lifted,

ev'ry mountain lowered,

all the rough made smooth.

Surely people are like grasses

Which wither soon, just as the flower fades.

    O come, O come, Emmanuel

    And ransom captive Israel.

    Rejoice! Rejoice! Emmanuel

Such things vanish in a moment

But God's true word will always remain.

Rejoice! Rejoice! Emmanuel

For God's true word will always remain.