| Song | Love at the End |
| Artist | John Mark McMillan |
| Album | Borderland |
| Out of the gaslight | |
| Off the roads we’ve traveled on | |
| Down by the wayside | |
| Against the sheen of a Babylon | |
| I’ve seen an empire | |
| Taste the tempest of a gathering strong | |
| But I found love at the end of the world | |
| My rabbit’s running | |
| On the street hot heels of Rome | |
| My hour’s coming to reconcile with the dawn | |
| I’m on the brink | |
| I’m on the brink | |
| I’m on the brink | |
| But I found love at the end of the world | |
| Tell the reaper | |
| Tell the repo man | |
| I’ve got nothing that belongs to him | |
| Ruin pushes rubble in the city of sin | |
| But I found love at the end of the world | |
| Out of the goodnight | |
| I was born into your arms | |
| Like you’re my country | |
| Like you’re the hills where I belong | |
| Out of that goodnight (I’m on the brink) | |
| I was born into your arms (I’m on the brink) | |
| You are my country (I’m on the brink) | |
| Like the hills where I found | |
| Love at the end of the world | |
| Tell the reaper | |
| Tell the repo man | |
| I’ve got nothing that belongs to him | |
| Ruin pushes rubble in the city of sin | |
| But I found love at the end of the world |
| Out of the gaslight | |
| Off the roads we' ve traveled on | |
| Down by the wayside | |
| Against the sheen of a Babylon | |
| I' ve seen an empire | |
| Taste the tempest of a gathering strong | |
| But I found love at the end of the world | |
| My rabbit' s running | |
| On the street hot heels of Rome | |
| My hour' s coming to reconcile with the dawn | |
| I' m on the brink | |
| I' m on the brink | |
| I' m on the brink | |
| But I found love at the end of the world | |
| Tell the reaper | |
| Tell the repo man | |
| I' ve got nothing that belongs to him | |
| Ruin pushes rubble in the city of sin | |
| But I found love at the end of the world | |
| Out of the goodnight | |
| I was born into your arms | |
| Like you' re my country | |
| Like you' re the hills where I belong | |
| Out of that goodnight I' m on the brink | |
| I was born into your arms I' m on the brink | |
| You are my country I' m on the brink | |
| Like the hills where I found | |
| Love at the end of the world | |
| Tell the reaper | |
| Tell the repo man | |
| I' ve got nothing that belongs to him | |
| Ruin pushes rubble in the city of sin | |
| But I found love at the end of the world |