Thy way, not mine, O lord, However dark it be;
Lead me by thine own hand, And chose the path for me.
I dare not choose my lot; I would not if I might;
Choose thou for me, my God, So shall I walk a-right.
Lead me by thine own hand, And chose the path for me.
I dare not choose my lot; I would not if I might;
Choose thou for me, my God, So shall I walk a-right.
The kingdom that I seek, Is thine; so let the way,
That leads to it be thine, Else I must surely stray,
Hold thou my cup of life; 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 either great or small,
Be thou my Guide, my Strength, My Wisdom, and my All.