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 matters not,
It leads me to Thy rest.
I dare not choose my lot,
I would not if I might;
Choose Thou for me, O 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 or 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.
--Horatius Bonar.