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

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

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

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

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