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Rh When you meet a fallen sister
 * In the crowded city street,

None to give her kindly counsel,
 * None to guide her wayward feet

In God’s eyes she’s just as precious
 * As the purest in the land.

Speak no word of scorn or censure,
 * Try to save her. Lend a hand!

And perhaps, in that dread hour
 * When all secrets are made known,

When at last both saint and sinner
 * Stand before the Judgment Throne,

When in answer to the summons,
 * At the Bar of God you stand,

Waiting for the eternal sentence,
 * You’ll be glad you lent a hand.