Verse 1
Noah Had driCfted
On the floods many daFys,
He searched for laGnd
In various waCys;
Troubles he haCd some,
But not from abFove,
God gave him His siCgn
On the winGgs of a doCve
Chorus
On the wings of a snoCw-white dove,
God sends down His puFre, sweet love,
A sign from aboCve,
On the wiGngs of doCve
When troubles surrCound us,
When evils coFme
The body grows weGak,
The spirit grows nuCmb
When these things beCset us,
He doesn't forFget us
He sends down His loCve,
On the wiGngs of a doCve
Chorus
On the wings of a snoCw-white dove,
God sends down His puFre, sweet love,
A sign from aboCve,
On the wiGngs of doCve
Jesus, our SavCiour
Came to earth one daFy;
He was born in a staGble,
In a manger of hCay;
Though here rejeCcted,
But not from aboFve,
God gave us His siCgn
On the wiGngs of a doCve
Chorus
On the wings of a snoCw-white dove,
God sends down His puFre, sweet love,
A sign from aboCve,
On the wiGngs of doCve
Though I have suffCered
In many a wFay,
I cried for healGing
Both night and daCy;
Faith wasn't forgoCtten
By the Father aboFve,
He gave me His siCgn
On the winGgs of a doCve