The crowd, a rising tide, their hunger.

Dans la tempête Il est ma paix Sa grâce me tient Jamais ne cesse

The dust motes dance in the fading sun,

Erscheint auch uns're Erlösung, von allem Leid und Pein,

Während wir warten auf Jesus,.

С такой благодатью, с такой силой Божест

He took Him to a mountain, showed cities far and wide,

Но спасение – от Бога, Он – любовь!

Without a Savior, alone, lost

Wandering dry with a hollow heart Searching for life in a land apart

Down by the dusty road, where weary,