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 Lace To Face.
And Trust Thee, Lord, For Daily Grace.

Then Shall My Heart Keep Singing,
While To The Cross I Cling;
For Rest Is Sweet At Jesus’ Feet,
While Homeward Faith Keeps Winging.
While Homeward Faith Keeps Winging.

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.

Whatever 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 Over,