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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 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.

Chorus
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.

     Rev. J. J. Maxfield

We speak of the land of the blest,
A country so bright and so fair,
And oft are its glories confest,
But what must it be to be there?

We speak of its pathways of gold,
Its walls deck’d with jewels so rare,
Its wonders and pleasures untold,
But what must it be to be there?

We speak of its peace and its love,
The robes which the glorified wear,
The songs of the blessed above,
But what must it be to be there?

We speak of its freedom from sin,
From sorrow, temptation and care,
From trials without and within,
But what must it be to be there?

Do Thou, Lord, midst pleasure or woe,
For heaven our spirits prepare,
Then shortly we also shall know,
And feel what it is to be there!

Chorus
To be there, to be there,
Oh what must it be to be there?
To be there, to be there,
Oh, what must it be to be there?
                          Mrs. Elizabeth Mills