(Robert B. Ferguson) When troubles surround us, when evils come
The body grows weak
The spirit grows numb
When these things beset us, God doesn't forget us
He sends us His love On the wings of a snow-white dove
He sends His pure sweet love
A sign from above
On the wings of a dove When Jesus went down through the river that day
Well, he was baptised in the usual way
And when it was done
God blessed His son
He sent him His love
On the wings of a dove On the wings of a snow-white dove
He sends His pure sweet love
A sign from above
On the wings of a dove On the wings of a snow-white dove
He sends His pure sweet love
A sign from above
On the wings of a dove