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

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

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

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

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