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

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

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

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

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