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

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

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

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

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