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

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

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

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

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