Church of Christ, what wilt thou say
When in the awful judgment day,
They charge thee with their doom?
A hundred thousand souls a day
Are passing one by one away
In Christless guilt and gloom
Without one ray of hope and light
With future dark as endless night
They’re passing to their doom
Stir me, Oh! stir me Lordâ€”I care not how,
But stir my heart in passion for the world;
Stir me to give, to go, but most to pray,Â
Stir, till the blood red banner be unfurled
O’er lands that in heathen darkness lie,
O’er deserts where no cross is lifted high.