Pentecostal Fire Is Falling

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.

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.

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.