Lord, just what You give me:

Never a look beyond me
out of my little sphere, if I could fill another, God would not keep me here.
Only to take what He gives me, meek as a little child...
Questioning nought of that reason, joyful or reconciled.
Only to do what He bids me, patiently gladly today.
Taking no thought for the morrow, leaning on Him all the way.
Only to watch in the working, lest I should miss His smile,
only to still earth's voices, watching for His all the while.
Only to look at Him ever, only to sit at my Lords feet...
All that He sayeth to do it, there shall my life be complete.