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

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

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