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 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 one His way.