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

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

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

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

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