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

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

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

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

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