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

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

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

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

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