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

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

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

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

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