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 broke in 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

Manna fell and water came

Still the camp returned to blame

We saw the fruit of promised fields

Still chose the dust beneath our heels

Serpents 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 proud

Judgment fell and 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