"Yield yourselves unto God, as those who are alive from the dead, and your members as instruments of righteousness unto God"-Rom. 6:13.

Is your heart aglow with worship
When you think upon His name?
When His glories are unfolded
Does your love with ardor flame?
Is your tongue His worth proclaiming

To your fellows all around?
Are your lips His praises singing-
Do you in His love abound?

Are your eyes beholding in Him
Glories none beside possess?
And in sweet communion with Him
Learning your own worthlessness?
Are your ears in tune to listen
To the music of His voice?
Does the word of His instruction
Make your being all rejoice?

Do your hands perform His bidding-
Working for Him day by day?-
Thus by constant dint of labor
Proving you would Him obey?
Do your feet pursue the pathway
He has marked for pilgrim feet?
Is His presence on the journey
To your soul surpassing sweet?

Does your taste for God's own Manna
Keener grow with passing years?
Does the juice of Eshcol's cluster
Sweeten as your Canaan nears?
Oh, to yield our members gladly
To His blessed will alone,
And to show by willing service
We are His, and not our own.

If the heart be won, captivated, and constrained by the love of Christ, He will motivate the life; the eyes will see enhancing beauties and glories in Him as He is traced through the green pastures of Inspiration.

The ear will be charmed at the sound of His name, and be listening for the rapturing shout of the returning Lord.

The tongue will be caroling His praise, and proclaiming His saving grace to the perishing.

The soul will be crying out in its ecstasy of joy, "Oh, taste and see that the Lord is good! Blessed is the man that trusteth in Him!"

To the finer sensibilities of the inner man, "His name will be as ointment poured forth." He is Heaven's Alabaster Box of ointment – broken at Calvary that the uniquely sweet odor of His love might flow to the end of time, and perfume the eternal ages that follow.

The feet will be patiently pursuing the unerring footprints of the heaven-gained Forerunner through the rough valley of time.

And the hands will be faithfully toiling for Him in time's needy field-knowing that "our labor is not in vain in the Lord."

Thus – if the love of Christ captures the heart, the citadel – the whole diversified "troop" of our being is brought under His sway for His glory.

"My son, give Me thine heart" (Prov. 23:26) is the father's trenchant admonition to every ransomed soul.

Christian, are we responding to the request of His heart?

C. C. CROWSTON.