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

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

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

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

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