O Source of Life, live, dwell, and move Send down Thy likeness from above, Than gold and pearls more precious far, Lord, arm me with Thy Spirit's might; Of all my works be Thou the aim : JOACHIM LANGE. Tr. by John Wesley. TAKE my life, and let it be Consecrated, Lord, to Thee. Take my moments and my days; Take my hands, and let them move Take my feet, and let them be Swift, and "beautiful" for Thee. Take my voice, and let me sing Take my lips, and let them be Take my silver and my gold; Take my intellect, and use Take my will, and make it Thine; Take my heart; it is Thine own; Take my love; my Lord, I pour A man that looks on glass, All may of Thee partake: Nothing can be so mean, Which with his tincture (for Thy sake) A servant with this clause Makes drudgery divine : Who sweeps a room, as for Thy laws, This is the famous stone That turneth all to gold: For that which God doth touch and own Cannot for less be told. GEORGE HERBERT. SONNET. METHOUGHT that in a solemn church I stood. Its marble acres, worn with knees and feet, Lay spread from door to door, from street to street. Men came and went, and worshipped as they could, And still their dust a woman with her broom, "Daughter," it said, "thou sweepest well my floor!” It is the Lord, I cried, and saw no more. GEORGE MACDONALD. SENSITIVENESS. TIM IME was, I shrank from what was right, I would not brave the sacred fight, But now I cast that finer sense So when my Saviour calls, I rise, I step, I mount where He has led ; I know them; yet, though self I dread, JOHN HENRY NEWMAN. "For none of us liveth to himself, and no man dieth to himself." E with good gifts that most is blest, HE Or stands for God above the rest, "It is the children's bread I break; "That which I teach, it most is mine, "That song I made, it was not mine, "That which I am, it is not mine; |