| Let us climb this hill in the footsteps of Patrick |
| Let us fall to our knees and worship with Your angels |
| Let us call out to You and declare Your holy word |
| Let us prophesy in every direction |
| That the ancient wells will be opened again |
| That Your river will flow and this land will be cleansed |
| That Your kingdom will come, we’ll have heaven on earth |
| And revival will fall, and we’ll witness Your glory in this land |
| Let us take to the streets in the footsteps of those |
| Who surrendered their hearts to the High King of heaven |
| Let us reach out our hands to the sick and the needing |
| Let us carry your Glory in every direction |
| Let us drive out the snakes that have crossed our borders |
| They have hidden in the shadows but the darkness is retreating |
| Let us climb the high places declaring Your kingdom |
| Close the gates to the devil in every direction |
| Rain has fallen on the land |
| Frozen deep within the ground |
| Life has gone, the colour fades |
| Heaven waits to hear the sound |
| Worship rises like a song |
| Life returns, the colour shows |
| Rocks and concrete break apart |
| Wells are opened and the water flows |