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

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

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

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

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