1 Lord, we believe to us and ours
Thy precious promises were given;
We wait the pentecostal powers,
The Holy Ghost sent down from Heaven.
2 Assembled here with one accord,
Calmly we wait the promised grace,
The purchase of our dying Lord;
Come, Holy Ghost, and fill the place.
3 If every one that asks may find,
If still thou dost on sinners fall,
Come as a mighty rushing wind;
Great grace be now upon us all.
4 Behold, to thee our souls aspire,
And languish thy descent to meet;
Kindle in each the living fire,
And fix in every heart thy seat.
Source: The Song Book of the Salvation Army #216