To all hearts, all souls weary and down, trampled to the ground,
Why drink water from those lousy fountains when you can get it fresh?

It's still not too late for you; your heart is still beating, yeah,
And grace is still for the taking and salvation still is for you, yeah.

'Cause there is no mountain big enough to keep you down,
Spread out your wings and fly with the Spirit to unconquered ground, yeah.

Darkness is pregnant with evil, but the light shines brighter than ever,
Turn your heart to face your maker; by his stripes he has healed you,
He will deliver.

It's still not too late for you; your heart is still beating, yeah,
And the cross is still free for the taking, yeah, and salvation still is for you, whoa,
It is for you, yeah.

'Cause there is no mountain big enough to keep you down,
Spread out your wings and fly with the Spirit to unconquered ground.

Don't sit with the wicked,
Stand up, take strength, shake their bonds off your shoulders,
Even in war, if Hell breaks out against you, you will rejoice,
'Cause the Lord is your stronghold,
Oh, he is your savior, yeah, your healer,
He will deliver,
He's always faithful, yeah.