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Stir, me oh, stir me, Lord, I care not

1.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.
2.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.
3.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.
4.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.
5.Stir, me oh, stir me, Lord, for I can ses
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 one His
way.