We return to you, With fasting and weeping and mourning, Oh my lord you're returning
We lie here weeping between porch and alter pour out your spirit on your Sons and your daughters
Sound the alarm, gather the people Gather the elders, let the ministers wail God take back the years that the enemy's stolen Lord you are coming, holy visitation
Sound the alarm, awaken the watchmen Open their ears, let their voices be loud We prophesy, you'll come to this nation Touch this generation, holy visitation
We dance, we shout, We lift up our voice Let your kingdom come down
