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

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

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

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

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