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

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

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

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

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