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

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

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

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

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