1 

Thy way, not mine, O Lord,

   However dark it be;

Lead me by Thine own hand,

   Choose out the path for me.

 2 

Smooth let it be, or rough,

   It will be still the best;

Winding or straight it leads

   Right onward to Thy rest.

 3 

I dare not choose my lot;

   I would not if I might:

Choose Thou for me, my God,

   So shall I walk aright.

 4 

Take Thou my cup, and it

   With joy or sorrow fill,

As best to Thee may seem;

   Choose Thou my good and ill.

 5 

Choose Thou for me my friends,

   My sickness or my health.

Choose Thou my cares for me,

   My poverty or wealth.

 6 

Not mine, not mine the choice,

   In things both great and small;

Be Thou my guide, my strength,

   My wisdom and my all.