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

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

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

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

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