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

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

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

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

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