Their captors could not keep them
When they heard the drums
In a land they've never known
Strangers in this country
In the bellies of the steel trains
In that wilderness of hope
So be my God and guide me
Till I lie beneath these hills
And let the great God of my father's
Be the great God of my children still
Gone these many years now
Well, I guess they're shining like
And they smile, and they smile
'Cause they love to see me run, whoa
So be my God and guide me
Till I lie beneath these hills
And let the great God of my father's
Be the great God of my children still, yeah,
So, now we're counting stars
Little feet and little hands
We pray, You'll know them
As You knew us when You wove us
They are looking for a home
So be their God and guide them
Till they lie beneath these hills
And let the great God of their father
Be the great God of their children
Let the great God of my father's
Be the great God of my children still