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

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

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

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

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