Stir me
oh
stir me
Lord
I care not how
But stir my heart in passion for the world
Stir me to give
to go
but most to pray;
Stir till the blood-red banner be unfurled
O’er lands that still in heathen darkness lie
O’er deserts where no cross is lifted high.
Stir me
oh
stir me
Lord
till all my heart
Is filled with strong compassion for these-souls;
Till Thy compelling word drives me to pray;
Till Thy constraining love reach to the poles
Far north and south
in burning deep desire
Till east and west are caught in love’s great fire.
Stir me
oh
stir me
Lord
till prayer is pain
Till prayer is joy
till prayer turns into praise;
Stir me
till heart and will and mind
yea
all
Is wholly Thine to use through all the days.
Stir
till I learn to pray exceedingly;
Stir
till I learn to wait expectantly.
Stir me
oh
stir me
Lord
Thy heart was stirred
By love’s intensest fire
till Thou didst give
Thine only Son
Thy best beloved One
E’en to the dreadful cross
that I might live.
Stir me to give myself so back to Thee
That Thou canst give Thyself again through me.
Stir me
oh
stir me
Lord
for I can see
Thy glorious triumph-day begin to break;
The dawn already gilds the eastern sky;
Oh
Church of Christ
arise
awake
awake.
Oh! stir us
Lord
as heralds of that day.
For night is past
our King is on His way.