| I hear the voice of one calling, prepare ye the way of the Lord. |
| And make His paths straight in the wilderness |
| And let your light shine in the darkness |
| And let your rain fall in the desert. |
| As sure as gold is precious and the honey sweet, |
| So you love this city and you love these streets. |
| Every child out playing by their own front door |
| Every baby laying on the bedroom floor. |
| Every dreamer dreaming in her dead-end job |
| Every driver driving through the rush hour mob |
| I feel it in my spirit, feel it in my bones |
| You’re going to send revival, bring them all back home |
| I can hear that thunder in the distance |
| Like a train on the edge of town |
| I can feel the brooding of Your Spirit |
| «Lay your burdens down, Lay your burdens down». |
| From the Preacher preaching when the well is dry |
| To the lost soul reaching for a higher high |
| From the young man working through his hopes and fears |
| To the widow walking through the veil of tears |
| Every man and woman, every old and young |
| Every father’s daughter, every mother’s son. |
| I feel it in my spirit, feel it in my bones |
| You’re going to send revival, bring them all back home |
| I can hear that thunder in the distance |
| Like a train on the edge of town |
| I can feel the brooding of Your Spirit |
| «Lay your burdens down, Lay your burdens down». |
| Revive us, Revive us, |
| Revive us with your fire! |