Paroles: Mullins Rich. My Deliverer.

Joseph took his wife and her child and they went to Africa
To escape the rage of a deadly king
There along the banks of the Nile, Jesus listened to the song
That the captive children used to sing

And they were singin'
My Deliverer is coming, my Deliverer is standing by
My Deliverer is coming, my Deliverer is standing by
He will never break His promise, He has written it upon the sky
My Deliverer is coming, my Deliverer is standing by

Through a dry and thirsty land, water from the Kenyon heights
Pours itself out of Lake Sangra's broken heart
There in the Sahara winds Jesus heard the whole world cry
For the healing that would come from His own scars

The world was singing
My Deliverer is coming, my Deliverer is standing by
My Deliverer is coming, my Deliverer is standing by
And I will never doubt His promise
Though I doubt my heart, though I doubt my eyes

My Deliverer is coming, my Deliverer is standing by
My Deliverer is coming, my Deliverer is standing by
My Deliverer is coming, my Deliverer is standing by
He will never break His promise
Though the stars should break faith with the sky

My Deliverer is coming, my Deliverer is standing by
My Deliverer is coming, my Deliverer is standing by