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

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

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

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

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