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

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

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

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

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