And that is the healthy order of all true worship. It begins in spacious supplication in which |the stranger| finds a place. Then there is a lavish consecration of self and substance. And then the wedding-bells begin to ring, and |the joy of the Lord is our strength!| |They went unto their tents joyful and glad of heart for all the goodness that the Lord had done.|

But so many suppliants miss the middle term, and therefore the gladness is wanting. Supplication is not followed by consecration, and therefore there is no exultation. It is a fatal omission. When we are asking for |the gift of God| our request must be accompanied by the gift of ourselves to God. If we want the water we must offer the vessel. No gift of self, no bounty of God! No losing, no finding! |When the burnt offering began, the song of the Lord began.|

|Take my life, and let it be
Consecrated, Lord, to Thee.|