Waiting for the Promise (Crosby)

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.