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

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

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

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

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