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

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

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

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

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