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

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

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

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

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