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

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

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

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

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