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.

I care not for the empty show- That thoughtless worldings see; But gladly do the best I know, And leave the rest with Thee; Well satisified that sweet reward Is sure to those who trust the Lord

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

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.