When the plants turn brown,

When the land is dry,

When the music stops,

When clouds hide the sky,

I will praise my Lord!

I will sing a song

To my God above.

I will sing His song.

When the fields are bare,

When the winds are still,

When the grapes are sour,

When all men are ill,

I will praise my Lord!

I will sing a song

To my God above.

I will sing His song.

When all voices hush,

When the world is dead,

When the Lord returns,

As I lift my head,

I will praise my Lord!

I will sing a song

To my God above.

I will sing His song.