 
			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.