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

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

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

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

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