First Line: I would not ask for earthly store,

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 ;—
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.