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

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

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

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

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