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
We return to You
With fasting and weeping and mourning
Oh, my Lord, You're 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 prochecy, You'll come to this nation
Touch this generation
Holy Visitation
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
We return to You
With fasting and weeping and mourning
Oh, my Lord, You're 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 prochecy, You'll come to this nation
Touch this generation
Holy Visitation