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

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

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

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

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