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Stir me, oh, stir me, Lord, I care not how,
But stir my heart in passion for the world,
Stir me to give, to go, but most to pray;
Stir till the blood-red banner be unfurled
O'er lands that still in heathen darkness lie,
O'er deserts where no cross is lifted high.
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me, oh, stir me, Lord, I care not how,
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stir
my heart in passion
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for
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world,
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me
to give, to go, but most to pray;Stir
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till
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blood-red
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banner
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be
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lands
that still in
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heathen
darkness
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lie,
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deserts
where no
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cross
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lifted
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high.
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Stir me, oh, stir me, Lord, till all my heart
Is filled with strong compassion for these-souls;
Till Thy compelling word drives me to pray;
Till Thy constraining love reach to the poles
Far north and south, in burning deep desire,
Till east and west are caught in love's great fire.
Stir me, oh, stir me, Lord, till all my heart
Is filled with strong compassion for these-souls;
Till Thy compelling word drives me to pray;
Till Thy constraining love reach to the poles
Far north and south, in burning deep desire,
Till east and west are caught in love's great fire.
DStir
me, oh, stir me, Lord, till all my heart
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filled
with strong compassion
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for
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these-souls;
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Thy
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Thy
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constraining
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love
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poles
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north
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burning
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desire,
Till
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east
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caught
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love's
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fire.
3
Stir me, oh, stir me, Lord, till prayer is pain,
Till prayer is joy, till prayer turns into praise;
Stir me, till heart and will and mind, yea, all
Is wholly Thine to use through all the days.
Stir, till I learn to pray exceedingly;
Stir, till I learn to wait expectantly.
Stir me, oh, stir me, Lord, till prayer is pain,
Till prayer is joy, till prayer turns into praise;
Stir me, till heart and will and mind, yea, all
Is wholly Thine to use through all the days.
Stir, till I learn to pray exceedingly;
Stir, till I learn to wait expectantly.
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me, oh, stir me, Lord, till prayer is pain,
Till
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prayer
is joy, till prayer turns
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into
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praise;
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me,
till heart and will and mind, yea, allIs
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wholly
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Thine
to
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use
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all
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till
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exceedingly;
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expectantly.
4
Stir me, oh, stir me, Lord, Thy heart was stirred
By love's intensest fire, till Thou didst give
Thine only Son, Thy best beloved One,
E'en to the dreadful cross, that I might live.
Stir me to give myself so back to Thee,
That Thou canst give Thyself again through me.
Stir me, oh, stir me, Lord, Thy heart was stirred
By love's intensest fire, till Thou didst give
Thine only Son, Thy best beloved One,
E'en to the dreadful cross, that I might live.
Stir me to give myself so back to Thee,
That Thou canst give Thyself again through me.
DStir
me, oh, stir me, Lord, Thy heart was stirred
By
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love's
intensest fire, till
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Thou
didst
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give
Thine
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only
Son, Thy best beloved One,E'en
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to
the
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dreadful
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cross,
that
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I
might
A-A7
live.
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me
to give
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myself
so back to
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Thee,
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Thou
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Thyself
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again
through
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me.
5
Stir me, oh, stir me, Lord, for I can see
Thy glorious triumph-day begin to break;
The dawn already gilds the eastern sky;
Oh, Church of Christ, arise, awake, awake.
Oh! stir us, Lord, as heralds of that day.
For night is past, our King is on His way.
Stir me, oh, stir me, Lord, for I can see
Thy glorious triumph-day begin to break;
The dawn already gilds the eastern sky;
Oh, Church of Christ, arise, awake, awake.
Oh! stir us, Lord, as heralds of that day.
For night is past, our King is on His way.
DStir
me, oh, stir me, Lord, for I can see
Thy
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glorious
triumph-day begin
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to
break;The
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dawn
already gilds the eastern sky;Oh,
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Church
of
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Christ,
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arise,
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awake,
A-A7
awake.
Oh!
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stir
us, Lord, as
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heralds
of that
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day.
For
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night
is past, our
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King
is
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on
His
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way.