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

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

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

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

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