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 men 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
