Old Daniel was a Dreadnought!
If he were here today,
He’d make it hot for the pious lot
Who don’t do as they say.
He didn’t speak behind folks’ backs,
But met them face to face;
He called spades spades, and dubbed knaves knaves,
And always proved his case.
He neither cared for place nor power,
Nor feared the lion’s den;
A godly cause will lock the jaws
Of beasts, or jealous men.
Whatever God at any time
Might write upon the wall,
He’d up and say, without delay,
To King an Court and all.
Dan didn’t say “Belshazzar, Sire,
Your faults are peccadilloes”;
He hit his sin with a rolling pin,
And not with feather pillows.
Dan didn’t sugar-coat his pills,
Half doses didn’t please him;
To save a life he’d use the knife
And bleed a fool to ease him.
Old Daniel ran a college once
Which turned out three invincibles;
A verse or two will let you know
What Daniel taught as principles.
Dare to be a dreadnought,
With purpose true and firm;
Dare to live on simple fare,
And don’t become a worm.
Dare to be a Dreadnought,
Dare to beard a King;
Tell him all the truth and don’t
Emasculate the thing.
Dare to be a Dreadnought,
Faithful, loyal, bold,
Scorning under any threats
To worship man or gold.
Dare to be a Dreadnought,
Not a dressed up ‘toff,”
Nor glorified policeman,
Nor gun that won’t go off.
Make a bold confession,
Thought it means the rod;
Dare to kick the devil hard,
And dare to trust in God.
—C.T. Studd.
The Cause and Cure of Impotence
We talked of evangelising the world in the present generation
In eighteen hundred and ninety-six with great deliberation.
But we’re not much nearer the end of the job though seventeen years are gone.
The job is right with the Will of god and certainly ought to be done.