In the book of God so pre­cious
We are told of Pen­te­cost,
How the bless­èd Lord’s dis­ci­ples
Tarried for the Ho­ly Ghost.
Pentecostal fire fell on them,
Burning up their sin and dross,
Filling them with pow­er for ser­vice,
Making them a migh­ty host.

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Pentecostal fire is fall­ing,
Praise the Lord, it fell on me;
Pentecostal fire is fall­ing,
Brother, it will fall on thee.

Pentecost can be re­peat­ed,
For the Lord is just the same,
Yesterday, to­day, for­ev­er,
Glory to His pre­cious name!
Saints of God can be vic­to­ri­ous
Over sin and death and hell;
Have a full and free sal­va­tion,
And the bless­èd sto­ry tell.

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When the Church of Je­sus tar­ries,
Pentecostal fire will fall,
Sin and wrong will be de­feat­ed,
Sinners on the Lord will call.
She will march to glo­ri­ous vic­to­ry,
Over ev­ery land and sea,
Lifting high the blood­stained ban­ner,
Holiness her mot­to be.

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