e their millions; colleges and schools have
their millions; silks, carpets and mirrors, have their millions; parties
of pleasure and licentiousness in high life and in low life have their
millions; and what has the treasury of God and the Lamb, to redeem a
world of souls from the pains of eternal damnation, and to fill them
with joys unspeakable? The sum is so small in comparison that one's
tongue refuses to utter it.

There must be a different scale of giving; and the only way to effect it
is, to induce a different style of personal consecration. Let a man give
himself, or rather let him have a heart that cannot _refrain_ from
telling of Jesus to those who are near, or from going to those who are
more remote, and the mere item of property you will find appended, as a
matter of course, and on the plain principle that the greater always
includes the less. We must learn to devote, according to our vows, time,
talents, body, soul and spirit. Bodies and minds are wanted; the bones
and sinews of men are required: these more substantial things are
needed, as well as property, in arduous services at home and still more
self-denying labor abroad; and no redeemed sinner can refuse either the
one or the other, and continue to be regarded as a faithful steward of
Jesus. _Money, though needed, is by no means all that is required of
us._

Though God has devolved upon us, as stewards, a responsible work, the
weight of which is fearful, and sufficient to crush us unless aided
from on high, yet the employment is one of _indescribable delight_. It
is a pleasant work. Angels would rejoice to be so employed.

Is there any professed Christian who does not relish the idea? To such
an one I would say, Your condition is by no means enviable. You deny
yourself all true happiness. If you do not delight in the thought of
being God's steward; of holding not only property, but body, soul and
spirit at God's control, then you know not what true luxury is. There is
pleasure in doing good; there is a luxury in entire consecration to God.
The pleasures of this earth are empty, vain and fleeting; but the
pleasure of doing good is real, substantial and enduring. The pleasure
of doing good is the joy of angels; it is the thrill of delight which
pervades the soul of Jesus; it is the happiness of the eternal God. In
not wishing to be God's steward, you deny yourself this luxury; you
refuse angels' food and feed on husks. O, there is a richness of holy
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