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

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

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

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

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