Be Not Afraid

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