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 for a holy visitation

Chorus:
We return to you with fasting and mourning and weeping
Oh My Lord you are returning
We lie here weeping between porch and altar
Pour out your spirit on your sons and your daughters
We lie here weeping between porch and altar
Pour out your spirit on your sons and your daughters

Sound the alarm
Awaken the watchmen
Open their ears let their voices be loud
We prophicy, You'll come to this nation
Touch this generation with a holy visitation

Chorus:
We return to you with fasting and mourning and weeping
Oh My Lord you are returning
We lie here weeping between porch and altar
Pour out your spirit on your sons and your daughters
We lie here weeping between porch and altar
Pour out your spirit on your sons and your daughters

We dance, and we shout and we lift up our voice
Let your kingdom come down