Thy way, not mine, O Lord,
however dark it be.
Lead me by Thine own hand;
choose Thou 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.
The kingdom that I seek
is Thine; so let the way
that leads to it be Thine
else I must surely stray.]
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.
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