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

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

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

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

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