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

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

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

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

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