Numbers is the long road between rescue and obedience. Numbers is the wilderness that buried fear in a faithless generation. Count us by the holy tent Banners in the morning wind Trumpets called and we arose Cloud above said it was time to go Fire at night and law in hand Promise waiting in a distant land Every tribe was set to move Still our hearts were slow to trust in you You were in the cloud You were in the flame Closer than our breath Still we turned away Still you led us through the wild Still your mercy walked the miles Though we'd broken doubt and fear Still your promise stayed right here Sand may hold the faithless bones Still your word was moving on Generation after generation Still you led us through the wild Manor filled and water came Still the camp returned to blame We saw the fruit of promised fear Still chose the dust beneath our heels Serpent struck and mercy rose Bronze was lifted for our souls Even when the strong ones died You kept promise for the ones behind Earth gave way beneath the prowl, judgment fell in mercy, stayed a prophet Came to curse your own, but blessing would not turn away Moses saw the land afar, from the height but not the shore Still the children reached the dawn, and your promise carried on Still, you led us through the wild Still your mercy walked the miles Though our fathers fell like dust Still your promise buried us Not in wrath, but in the road Till a new generation rose Standing near the land before us Still you led us through the wild The wilderness kept the faithless But not your promise You