WAITING FOR THE PROMISE
"One of the seraphs flew to me with a live coal...with it he touched my
mouth." Isaiah 6:6-7
Words: Frances
Jane (Fanny) Crosby, circa 1897.
Music: John Robson Sweney.
Come, Holy Ghost, and touch my tongue
As with a living flame;
I want the sanctifying grace
My Savior bids me claim.
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Waiting, I am waiting
For the promise of the pentecostal shower;
Waiting, I am waiting
For the promise of Thy wondrous, mighty power.
Come, Holy Ghost, with sacred fire
Baptize this heart of mine;
Break every earthly idol down,
And all its dross refine.
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I want a self renouncing will,
That owns His sweet control,
And through my life I want His love
A ceaseless flood to roll.
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Come, Holy Ghost, the blood apply
As Thou hast ne'er before,
That I may shout my Savior's praise
Henceforth and evermore.
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