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