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

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

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

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

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