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

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

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

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

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