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

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

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

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

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