I do not ask for earthly store
Beyond a day's supply;
I only covet more and more
The clear and single eye.
To see my duty face to face
And trust the Lord for daily grace.
I care not for the empty show
That thoughtless worldlings see;
I crave to do the best I know,
And leave the rest with thee;
Well satisfied that sweet reward
Is sure to those who trust the Lord.
Whate'er the crosses mine shall be,
I will not dare to shun;
I only ask to live for thee,
And that thy will be done;
Thy will, O Lord, be mine each day,
While passing on my homeward way.
And when at last, my labor 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.
--J. J. Maxfield.