We are always marching on
Through valleys and mountains
In every battle we enter in
Your grace and love is a fountain
Your grace and love is a fountain
Your grace and love is a fountain
And a river flowing from your throne
Is overflowing here
Nothing can separate me from
Your love
Nothing can separate me from
Your love
You anoint my head with oil
And my cup runs over
And you set a table before me
In the presence of my enemies
Your love is a fountain
Your love is a fountain
And a river flowing from your throne
Overflowing here
In my soul
Nothing can separate me from
Your love
Nothing can separate me from
Your love
Neither life or death, neither angels or principalities
Neither things of the present or to come nor powers depth or created things
Will separate me from Your love
Nothing can separate me from
Your love
Nothing can separate me from
Your love
Your love is a fountain
Your love is a fountain
Nothing can separate me from
Your love
Nothing can separate me from
Your love
Your grace and love is a fountain