All For Jesus?

How could a Christian sing a hymn like this and then get involved in politics and government? Every stanza would be a contradiction!

"Take My Life and Let it Be"
by Frances Havergal

Take my life and let it be
Consecrated, Lord, to Thee.
Take my moments and my days,
Let them flow in endless 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 pow’r 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.

No wonder A. W. Tozer said that Christians tell more lies when they sing hymns than at any other time!

The following hymn by Mary Dagworthy James presents the same dilema to professing Christians who give themselves to the pursuits, pleasures and projects of the world:

"All For Jesus"

All for Jesus! All for Jesus!
All my being’s ransomed pow’rs;
All my thoughts and words and doings,
All my days and all my hours.
All for Jesus! All for Jesus!
All my days and all my hours.
All for Jesus! All for Jesus!
All my days and all my hours.

Let my hands perform His bidding;
Let my feet run in His ways;
Let mine eyes see Jesus only;
Let my lips speak forth His praise.
All for Jesus! All for Jesus!
Let my lips speak forth His praise.
All for Jesus! All for Jesus!
Let my lips speak forth His praise.

Worldlings prize their gems of beauty,
Cling to gilded toys of dust;
Boast of wealth, and fame, and pleasure;
Only Jesus will I trust.
All for Jesus! All for Jesus!
Only Jesus will I trust.
All for Jesus! All for Jesus!
Only Jesus will I trust. 

Since mine eyes were fixed on Jesus,
I’ve lost sight of all beside—
So enchained my spirit’s vision,
Looking at the Crucified.
All for Jesus! All for Jesus!
Looking at the Crucified.
All for Jesus! All for Jesus!
Looking at the Crucified.

Oh, what wonder! how amazing!
Jesus, glorious King of kings,
Deigns to call me His beloved,
Lets me rest beneath His wings.
All for Jesus! All for Jesus!
Resting now beneath His wings.
All for Jesus! All for Jesus!
Resting now beneath His wings.

Frances Havergal also wrote
"I Gave My Life For Thee"

I gave My life for thee,
My precious blood I shed,
That thou might'st ransomed be
And quickened from the dead,
I gave, I gave my life for thee,
What has thou given for Me?  

I spent long years for thee
In weariness and woe,
That an eternity
Of joy thou mightest know.
I spent, I spent long years for thee;
Hast thou spent one for Me?

My Father's home of light,
My rainbow-circled throne,
I left for earthly night,
For wanderings sad and lone;
I left, I left it all for thee,
Hast thou left aught for Me?

I suffered much for thee,
More than thy tongue may tell,
Of bitterest agony,
To rescue thee from hell.
I suffered, suffered much for thee;
What canst thou bear for Me?

And I have brought to thee,
Down from My home above,
Salvation full and free,
My pardon and My love;
Great gifts, great gifts I brought to thee;
What hast thou brought to Me?
 
Oh, let thy life be given,
Thy years for Him be spent,
World fetters all be riven,
And joy with suffering blent;
I gave Myself for thee:
Give thou thyself to Me.
 
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May we say with as Ornan did to King David,
"I give it all."  1 Chronicles 21:23