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

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

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

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

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