Sound the alarm, gather the people
Gather the elders, let the ministers wail
Take back the years that the enemy's stolen
Lord You are coming with a holy visitation
Sound the alarm, awaken the watchmen
Open their ears let their voices be loud
We prophecy, You come to this nation
Touch this generation with a holy visitation
We return to You fasting and weeping and mourning
Lord I know you're returning
We lie here weeping between porch and altar
Pour out Your spirit on Your sons and Your daughters
We dance, we shout,
We lift up our voice
Let Your kingom come down