The Eye of Faith

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.

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 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 press­ing 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.