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