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

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

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

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

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