His voice is like the breeze off the mountain That cools the dessert-dweller far below For when I am confused And I can't see my way through Jesus speaks to me and I know; I can see the way to go Like the sun rising through the trees After a night of darkness and despair Is the joy that comes From keeping still before Him (my Lord and God) And hearing the Word of the Lord From the lips of the Living God You are my dwelling place My hiding place from this world You are my dwelling place My hiding place from this world