_We_ fight for truth, _we_ fight for God-- Poor slaves of lies and sin! He who would fight for thee on earth Must first be true within. Thou God of Truth for whom we long-- Thou who wilt hear our prayer-- Do thine own battle in our hearts; And slay the falsehood there. Still smite! still burn! till naught is left But God's own truth and love; Then, Lord, as morning dew come down, Rest on us from above. Yea, come! then, tried as in the fire, From every lie set free, Thy perfect truth shall dwell in us, And we shall live in Thee. --Thomas Hughes. GOD ONLY Lord, in the strength of grace, With a glad heart and free, Myself, my residue of days, I consecrate to Thee. Thy ransomed servant, I Restore to thee thine own; And from this moment live or die To serve my God alone. --Charles Wesley. In full and glad surrender we give ourselves to thee, Thine utterly and only and evermore to be! O Son of God, who lovest us, we will be thine alone, And all we are and all we have shall henceforth be thine own. --Frances Ridley Havergal. GOD IS EVERYWHERE A little bird I am, Shut from the fields of air; And in my cage I sit and sing To him who placed me there; Well pleased a prisoner to be, Because, my God, it pleaseth thee. Naught have I else to do; I sing the whole day long; And He whom most I love to please Doth listen to my song; He caught and bound my wandering wing, But still he bends to hear me sing. My cage confines me round, Abroad I cannot fly; But though my wings are closely bound My heart's at liberty. My prison walls cannot control The flight, the freedom of my soul. Oh, it is grand to soar These bolts and bars above To Him whose purpose I adore, Whose providence I love! And in thy mighty will to find The joy, the freedom of the mind. --Madame Guyon. A CONSECRATED LIFE Take my life and let it be Consecrated, Lord, to thee. Take my moments and my days; Let them flow in ceaseless praise. Take my hands, and let them move At the impulse of thy love. Take my feet and let them be Swift and "beautiful" for Thee. Take my voice, and let me sing Always, only, for my King. Take my lips, and let them be Filled with messages from Thee. Take my silver and my gold; Not a mite would I withhold. Take my intellect, and use Every power as Thou shalt choose. Take my will and make it Thine; It shall be no longer mine. Take my heart; it _is_ thine own; It shall be thy royal throne. Take my love; my Lord, I pour At thy feet its treasure-store. Take myself, and I will be Ever, _only_, ALL for Thee. --Frances Ridley Havergal. UNION WITH GOD