You shall cross

The barren desert

But you shall not

Die of thirst

You shall wander

Far in safety

Though you do not

Know the way

You shall speak your words

In foreign lands

And all will understand

You shall see the face

Of god and live

Be not afraid

I go before you always

Come follow me

And I will give you rest

Blessed are your poor

For the kingdom

Shall be theirs

Blest are you

That weep and mourn for

One day you shall laugh

And if wicked tongues

Insult and hate you

All because of me

Blessed, blessed are you

Be not afraid

I go before you always

Come follow me

And I will give you rest

Be not afraid

I go before you always

Come follow me

And I will give you rest

Be not afraid

I go before you always

Come follow me

And I will give you rest