Scripture Verse

One of the seraphs flew to me with a live coal…with it he touched my mouth. Isaiah 6:6–7


Fanny Crosby (1820–1915)

Words: Fan­ny Cros­by, in Songs of Love and Praise No. 4 (Phi­la­del­phia, Penn­syl­van­ia: John J. Hood, 1897), page 51.

Music: John R. Swe­ney (🔊 pdf nwc).


The Burning Coal
Bernard Picart (1673–1733)

Come, Ho­ly Ghost, and touch my tongue
As with a liv­ing flame;
I want the sanc­ti­fy­ing grace
My Sav­ior bids me claim.


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.


I want a self re­nounc­ing will,
That owns His sweet con­trol,
And through my life I want His love
A cease­less flood to roll.


Come, Ho­ly Ghost, the blood ap­ply
As Thou hast ne’er be­fore,
That I may shout my Sav­ior’s praise
Henceforth and ev­er­more.