I Do Not Ask To Live A Life Of Ease,
I Do Not Ask For Wealth Or Honor,
I Do Not Ask To Do As I Would Please;
I Only Ask That When I Die
My Title May Be Clear To Reign On High.

My Title Clear, No Questions Left Behind,
A Blameless Record, Strong And Certain,
That Thou And All Who Look No Dispute Find;
Yes, Lord, I Ask That When I Die
My Title May Be Clear To Reign On High.

I Do Not Ask For Things Too High For Me,
I Do Not Ask To Know The Morrow,
I Do Not Ask That Mysteries I May See;
I Only Ask That When I Die
My Title May Be Clear To Reign On High.

I Only Ask—This Is My Only Plea—
I Ask For Grace To Be A Christian,
To Live A Life Of Constant Victory;
And This I Ask That When I Die
My Title May Be Clear To Reign On High.

When Shadows Lengthen On My Pathway Here,
When Evening Shades Would Dim My Vision,
I Ask For Help That I May Persevere;
And This I Ask That When I Die
My Title May Be Clear To Reign On High.

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