Have all these verses no voice to us? Is there not in our private and public worship a lack of heart, of real energy? Is there not much that answers to the offering of the lame and sick, the blemished and the ill-favored? Is there not a deplorable amount of cold formality and dead routine in our times of worship both in the closet and in the assembly? Have we not to judge ourselves for barrenness, distraction and wandering, even at the very table of our Lord? How often are our bodies at the table while our poor hearts and changeable minds are somewhere else? How often do our lips utter words which are not the true expression of our whole moral being? We express far more than we feel. We sing beyond our experience.
We are not our own, we are bought with a price. It is not our best, but our all we owe to that Blessed One who gave Himself for us. Do our hearts own it? Then may our lives express it. May the heart, the head, the hands, the feet, the whole man be dedicated in unreserved devotion to Him.
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