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Simple rule, and safest guiding,
Inward peace, and inward might,
Star upon our path abiding,

Trust in God, and do the right.

Some will hate thee, some will love thee,
Some will flatter, some will slight;
Cease from man, and look above thee,
Trust in God, and do the right.

TUNE" ST. OSWALD."

124-STANDING BY A PURPOSE TRUE. THIS little hymn, by Philip Bliss, Edna Lyall specially mentioned as one which had helped her. It is quaint, but it has helped many another to learn the lesson which is perhaps of all others most difficult to learn.

TANDING by a purpose true,

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Heeding God's command,

Honour them, the faithful few!

All hail to Daniel's Band!

Dare to be a Daniel! Dare to stand alone!

Dare to have a purpose firm! Dare to
make it known!

Many mighty men are lost,
Daring not to stand,
Who for God had been a host,
By joining Daniel's Band.

Many giants, great and tall,
Stalking through the land,
Headlong to the earth would fall,
If met by Daniel's Band!

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Hold the gospel banner high !
On to victory grand!
Satan and his host defy,

And shout for Daniel's Band!

66 TUNE FROM SONGS AND SOLOS."

Edna Lyall wrote: "I can certainly say that the refrain of Dare to be a Daniel' has helped me again and again. I do not know the rest of the hymn well, and some of it is rather funny, still I think it ought to be in the hymn-book."

125- RESCUE THE PERISHING.

IN 1885, in the outburst of public feeling that followed the publication of The Maiden Tribute, "Rescue the Perishing was the hymn that was always sung at every public meeting in connection with that agitation.

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ESCUE the perishing, care for the dying Snatch them in pity from sin and the grave; Weep o'er the erring one, lift up the fallen Tell them of Jesus, the mighty to save. Rescue the perishing, care for the dying — Jesus is merciful, Jesus will save.

Though they are slighting Him, still He is waiting

Waiting the penitent child to receive.

Plead with them earnestly, plead with them gently: He will forgive if they only believe.

Down in the human heart, crushed by the tempter, Feelings lie buried that grace can restore; Touched by a loving heart, wakened by kindness, Chords that were broken will vibrate once more.

Rescue the perishing-duty demands it;
Strength for thy labour the Lord will provide;
Back to the narrow way patiently win them;
Tell the poor wanderer a Saviour has died.
TUNE FROM "SONGS AND SOLOS."

126-SOWING THE SEED.

THIS hymn is from Sankey's collection, but, despite the criticism quoted on Hymn 122, it could surely be used by any assemblage that admitted the moral responsibility of man.

OWING the seed by the dawn-light fair,

Sowing the seed by the noonday glare,
Sowing the seed by the fading light,
Sowing the seed in the solemn night:
Oh, what shall the harvest be?

Oh, what shall the harvest be?

Sown in the darkness or sown in the light,
Sown in our weakness or sown in our might;
Gathered in time or eternity,

Sure, ah! sure, will the harvest be!

Sowing the seed by the wayside high,
Sowing the seed on the rocks to die;
Sowing the seed where the thorns will spoil,
Sowing the seed in the fertile soil:
Oh, what shall the harvest be?

Sowing the seed of a ling'ring pain,
Sowing the seed of a maddened brain,
Sowing the seed of a tarnished name,
Sowing the seed of eternal shame:
Oh, what shall the harvest be?

Sowing the seed with an aching heart,
Sowing the seed while the tear-drops start,

Sowing in hope till the reapers come
Gladly to gather the harvest home :
Oh, what shall the harvest be?

TUNE BY MR. BLISS.

XV. One is your Father.

THIS section of this collection is devoted to hymns which help, not in the ordinary way. They, indeed, seldom appear in hymn-books-the more's the pity. But they help many who find too much to dissent from in ordinary hymns to find any help therein.

127 THE UNIVERSAL PRAYER.

ATHER of All! in ev'ry Age,

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In ev'ry Clime ador'd,

By Saint, by Savage, and by Sage,
Jehovah, Jove, or Lord!

Thou Great First Cause, least understood,
Who all my Sense confin'd

To know but this, that Thou art Good,
And that myself am blind:

Yet gave me, in this dark Estate,
To see the Good from Ill;
And binding Nature fast in Fate,
Left free the Human Will.

What Conscience dictates to be done,
Or warns me not to do,

This, teach me more than Hell to shun,
That, more than Heav'n pursue.

What Blessings thy free Bounty gives,
Let me not cast away;

For God is pay'd when Man receives;
T' enjoy is to obey.

Yet not to Earth's contracted Span
Thy Goodness let me bound,
Or think Thee Lord alone of Man,
When thousand Worlds are round.
Let not this weak, unknowing hand
Presume thy bolts to throw,
And deal damnation round the land,
On each I judge thy Foe.

If I am right, thy grace impart,
Still in the right to stay;

If I am wrong, oh, teach my heart
To find that better way.

Save me alike from foolish Pride,
Or impious Discontent,

At aught thy Wisdom has deny'd
Or aught thy Goodness lent.

Teach me to feel another's Woe,
To hide the Fault I see;
That Mercy I to others show,
That Mercy show to me.
Mean tho' I am, not wholly so,
Since quick'ned by thy Breath;
Oh lead me wheresoe'er I go,

Thro' this day's Life or Death.

This day, be Bread and Peace my Lot:
All else beneath the Sun,

Thou know'st if best bestow'd or not;
And let Thy Will be done.

To thee, whose Temple is all Space,
Whose Altar Earth, Sea, Skies,
One Chorus let all Being raise,

All Nature's Incense rise!

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