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

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

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

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

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