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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.
Waiting, I am waiting
For the promise of
the Pentecostal shower;
Waiting, I am waiting
For the promise of
Thy wondrous, mighty power.
I want a self renouncing will,
That owns His sweet control,
And through my life I want His love
A ceaseless flood to roll.
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, the blood apply
As Thou hast ne’er before,
That I may shout my Savior’s praise
Henceforth and evermore.
Waiting, I am waiting
For the promise of
the Pentecostal shower;
Waiting, I am waiting
For the promise of
Thy wondrous, mighty power.
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LYRICS
Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.) and refra
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Dates:
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c.1897
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Bible Refs:
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Is 6:6-7;
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MUSIC
Name:
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WAITING I AM WAITING
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.) and refra
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Writer(s):
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Dates:
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echo ' | ';
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