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