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

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

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

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

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