1 In the book of God so precious
We are told of pentecost,
How the blessed Lord’s disciples
Tarried for the Holy Ghost.
Pentecostal fire fell on them,
Burning up their sin and dross,
Filling them with pow’r for service,
Making them a mighty host.

Refrain:
Pentecostal fire is falling,
Praise the Lord, it fell on me,
Pentecostal fire is falling,
Brother, it will fall on thee.

2 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 blessed story tell. [Refrain]

3 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 vict’ry,
Over ev’ry land and sea,
Lifting high the blood-stained banner,
Holiness her motto be. [Refrain]