I would not ask for earthly store--- Thou wilt my need supply ; But I would covet, more and more, The clear and single eye, To see my duty face to face, And trust Thee, Lord, for daily grace.
Then shall my heart keep sing . . . ing, While to the cross I cling ; . . For rest is sweet at Jesus' feet, While homeward faith keeps winging, While homeward faith keeps winging.
2. I care not for the empty show That thoughtless worldlings see; But gladly do the best I know, And leave the rest with Thee ;ââ¬â Well satisfied that sweet reward Is sure to those who trust the Lord,
3. Whate'er the crosses mine shall be, I would not dare to shun ; But only ask to live for Thee, And that Thy will be done ; Thy will, O Lord, be mine each day, While pressing on my homeward way.
4. And when at last, my labour o'er, I cross the narrow sea, Grant, Lord, that on the other shore My soul may dwell with Thee ; And learn what here I cannot know, Why Thou hast ever loved me so.