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Lift your head weary sinner, the river's just ahead Down the path of forgiveness, salvation's waiting there You built a mighty fortress 10, 000 burdens high Love is here to lift you up, here to lift you high

If you're lost and wandering Come stumbling in like a prodigal child See the walls start crumbling Let the gates of glory open wide

All who've strayed and walked away, unspeakable things you've done Fix your eyes on the mountain, let the past be dead and gone Come all saints and sinners, you can't outrun God Whatever you've done can't overcome the power of the blood

If you're lost and wandering Come stumbling in like a prodigal child See the walls start crumbling Let the gates of glory open wide

If you're lost and wrecked again Come stumbling in like a prodigal child See the walls start crumbling Let the gates of glory open wide

(Ooh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh) (Ooh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh) (Let the chains fall) (Ooh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh) (Let the chains fall) (Let the chains fall) (Let the chains, the chains, the chains, The chains, let the chains fall)

If you're lost and wandering Come stumbling in like a prodigal child See the walls start crumbling Let the gates of glory open wide

If you're lost and wrecked again Come stumbling in like a prodigal child See the walls start crumbling Let the gates of glory open wide Let the gates of glory open wide Let the gates of glory open wide