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

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

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

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

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