1 God is calling loud for reapers,
For his waiting harvest field,
There is work for us to do this very hour;
So we’ll waken all the sleepers
To his summons we will yield,
But we’ll wait till we receive the promised pow’r.
Refrain:
We must tarry till we get the power,
We must tarry till we get the power!
We will carry sword and shield,
We will never, never yield,
For we’ll tarry till we get the pow’r.
2 When the Holy Ghost descended,
On that Pentecostal day,
And those waiting hearts the promise pleaded o’er;
Like a rushing wind from heaven,
Came the fire from off the throne;
It was there those brave disciples got the pow’r. [Refrain]
3 From that upper room the message
Went to gladden all the world,
And the blessed news to heav’n began to soar;
That the world was finding Jesus,
And the lost were coming home,
For the messengers were panoplied with pow’r. [Refrain]
4 All around us men are dying,
Dropping deeper into sin;
Straying farther, farther, farther, every hour;
And we long to tell the story,
Of the Christ who waits to save,
But we cannot till we get the promised pow’r. [Refrain]
Source: The Old Story in Song Number Two #156
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