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

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

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

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

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