Thy way, not mine, O Lord

Thy way

not mine

O Lord

However dark it be;

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 both great and small;

Be Thou my guide

my strength

My wisdom and my all.