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

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

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

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

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