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, Thy heart was stirred- By love’s intensest fire, till Thou didst give- Thine only Son, Thy best belovèd 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.

4.   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 on His way!