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

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

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

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

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