The words of this hymn by Bessie Porter Head are so powerful:

“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 until the blood-red banner be unfurled O'er lands that still in darkness lie O'er lands where no cross is lifted high. Stir me, oh, stir me, Lord, till all my heart
Is filled with strong compassion for lost souls
Till Thy compelling “must” 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!Stir me, oh stir me Lord, till prayer is pain, Till prayer is joy, till prayer turns into praise. Stir me till heart and mind and will - yea, all Is wholly Thine to use through all the days.Stir till I learn to pray exceedingly
Stir me, oh, 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 so back to thee That Thou canst give Thyself again, -- through me. 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! The night is past - our King is on His Way!”