Verse 1
Thy way, not mine, O Lord,
However dark it be!
Lead me by Thine own hand;
Choose out the path for me.
Verse 2
Smooth let it be or rough,
It will be still the best;
Winding or straight, it leads
Right onward to Thy rest.
Verse 3
I dare not choose my lot;
I would not, if I might;
Choose Thou for me, my God.
So shall I walk aright.
Verse 4
The kingdom that I seek
Is Thine; so let the way
That leads to it be Thine,
Else I must surely stray.
Verse 5
Take Thou my cup, and it
With joy or sorrow fill,
As best to Thee may seem;
Choose Thou my good and ill.
Verse 6
Choose Thou for me my friends,
My sickness or my health;
Choose Thou my cares for me,
My poverty or wealth.
Verse 7
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, “Thy Way, Not Mine, O Lord”