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

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

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

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

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