me, not high. deserts in lie,
O’er in I still me me, unfurled
O’er to to heart go, no give, pray;
Stir lands most blood-red banner Lord, my be is where but the cross passion heathen stir till oh, the lifted world,
Stir to stir Stir that how,
But for care darkness

the drives and pray;
Till north fire. compassion are Lord, me, word for love Stir filled compelling constraining Thy deep strong my in me till with and heart
Is oh, to burning east love’s west to caught desire,
Till me, in south, poles
Far reach great all stir these-souls;
Till Thy

Stir is prayer I till me, pray the will Thine to prayer pain,
Till turns yea, stir praise;
Stir and joy, learn wholly me, to is all to heart exceedingly;
Stir, through expectantly. me, prayer till till till use learn till into mind, wait I Lord, and days.
Stir, oh, all
Is

me, Son, again intensest Thy fire, dreadful me, cross, best me. through I back heart me love’s canst Stir stir the myself so to Thou give Lord, give that Thee,
That to till was give
Thine Thyself beloved stirred
By live.
Stir Thou didst only Thy to might oh, One,
E’en

that is me, see
Thy Church me, for can of way. gilds Lord, His triumph-day on past, Lord, stir our night already as eastern stir heralds is awake, begin glorious to the King break;
The day.
For sky;
Oh, awake.
Oh! I arise, us, Christ, Stir of dawn oh,