The more I know God the more remarkable to me is his worth. It demands my response. But “What shall I render to the Lord for all his benefits toward me?” Who can give him what he already owns? Glory? He dwells in light inapproachable. Honor? We call him God. Dominion? The universe is his. Instead, it is all that I stand to achieve and manage—my remotest invention—that his love and goodness constantly win him. By default my future treasures are his already, but in worship I freely give them.