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

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

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

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

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