Stir Me, O Lord!
Stir me, O 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, O stir me, Lord, till all my heart
Is filled with strong compassion for these souls,
Till Thy compelling "must" drives me to prayer;
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, O Lord! Thy heart was stirred
By love’s intensest fire, till Thou did’st give
Thine only Son, Thy best-loved One,
E’en to the dreadful Cross that I might live;
Stir me to give myself so back to Thee
That Thou can’st give Thyself again through me.
Stir me, O 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, awake! Awake!
O stir us, Lord, as heralds of that day!
The night is past, our King is on His way!
– Author Unknown