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

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

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

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

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