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 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!