Stir Us, Oh, Stir Us Lord!

Stir us, oh, stir us Lord, We care not how

But stir our hearts in passion for the world.

Stir us to give, to go, but most we pray,

Stir till the blood-red banner be unfurled.

            O’er lands where sullen darkness lie,

            O’er islands where no cross is lifted high

Stir us, oh, stir us Lord, till all our hearts

Are filled with strong compassion for those souls,

Till the compelling ‘must’ drives us to prayer,

Till Thy constraining love reach the poles.

            Far North and South in burning deep desire,

            Till East and West are caught in Love’s great fire

Stir us, oh, stir us Lord, Thy heart was stirred

By love’s intentness fire, till Thou didst give

Thine only Son, Thy blest loved One,

E’en to the dreadful cross that we might live.

            Stir us to give ourselves so back to Thee, thus

            Thou can’st give Thyself again through us

Stir us, oh, stir us Lord, for we can see

Thy glorious triumph day begin to break;

The dawn already gilds the eastern sky

Oh Assemblies, Awake! Awake!

            Oh stir us Lord as heralds of that day,

            The night is past, our King is on the way!