How the Fire Fell

O I love to tell the bless­èd sto­ry

Since the Lord sanc­ti­fied me;

For my soul re­ceived a flood of glo­ry

When the Lord sanc­ti­fied me.

O I nev­er shall for­get how the fire fell

How the fire fell

how the fire fell.

O I nev­er shall for­get how the fire fell

When the Lord sanc­ti­fied me.

All my doubts and fears are gone for­ev­er

Since the Lord sanc­tified me;

For His peace flowed o’er me like a riv­er

When the Lord sanc­ti­fied me.

To the world no more my heart is turn­ing

Since the Lord sanc­ti­fied me;

For on me His Spir­it fell with burn­ing

When the Lord sanc­ti­fied me.

There’s a crown await­ing me in Heav­en

Since the Lord sanc­ti­fied me;

For a heart made clean to me was giv­en

When the Lord sanc­ti­fied me.