When there's a casting down
We will say there's a lifting up
And if all the wells run dry
There is a river
That makes glad the city of God
If the staff of bread is broken
We must return to the communion
Oh for us your body broken poured your blood to fill our cups
In the garden the river still flows
It runs into four heads
Revealing treasures good
Oh yahweh still wears the crown
He's the Lord of the harvest
Commander of my increase
Sustainer of my barn
Ooh Sustainer
Yahweh you are
Borrow vessels not a few
Close the doors
And the oil will not cease
Till your children are redeemed
And the waster is gone from thee
If the staff of bread is broken we must return to the communion
Oh for us your body broken poured your blood to fill our cups
Oh oh oh oh
In the garden the river still flows
It runs into four heads revealing treasures good
Oh yahweh still wears the crown
He's the Lord of the harvest
Commander of my increase sustainer of my barn