Thy Way, Not Mine, O Lord
Thy way, not mine, O Lord,
However dark it be;
Lead me by Thine own hand,
Lead me by Thine own hand,
Choose out the path for me;
Smooth let it be or rough,
It will be still the best;
Winding or straight, it leads
Right onward to Thy rest.
I dare not choose my lot,
I would not if I might;
Choose Thou for me, my God,
So shall I walk aright:
Take Thou my cup, and it
With joy or sorrow fill,
As best to Thee may seem;
Choose Thou my good and ill.
Choose Thou for me my friends,
My sickness or my health,
Choose Thou my cares for me,
My poverty or wealth:
Not mine, not mine the choice,
In things or great or small;
Be Thou my guide, my strength,
My wisdom and my all.
