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Review and Herald Publishing Association · Tacoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · Jul 15, 1915

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 92, No. 35.

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Stirred for Service

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 Thy 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” drive me to pray, Till Thy constraining love shall reach the poles, Far north and south, in burning, deep desire; Till east and west are caught in love’s great fire.
Stir me, O 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 back unto Thee That Thou canst 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. Awake, O church of Christ! awake! awake! O, stir us, Lord, as heralds of that day! The night is past, the King is on His way.
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