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

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

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

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

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