marco paz's

when the fields are dry, and the winter is long
blessed are the meek, the hungry, the poor
when my soul is downcast and voice has no song

for mercy, for comfort, I wait on the Lord

in the harvest feast or fallow ground
my certain hope is in Jesus found
my lot, my cup, my portion sure
whatever comes, we shall endure
whatever comes, we shall endure

on a cross of wood, His blood was outpoured
He rose from the ground, like a bird to the sky
bringing peace to our violence, and crushing death's door
our Marker incarnate, our God who provides

come, oh come, Emmanuel
come, oh, come, Emmanuel

when the earth beneath me crumbles and quakes
not a sparrow falls, nor a hair from my head
without His hand to guide me, my shield and my strength
in joy or in sorrow, in life or in death