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 “must” drives me to pray,
Till Thy constraining love react, 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, for I can see
Thy glorious triumph day begin to break,
The dawn already gilds the eastern sky.
O 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!
B.H.