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
Blessed 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
