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

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

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

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

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