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

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

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

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

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