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.
Take Thou my cup, and it With joy or sorrow fill As best to Thee may seem; Choose Thou my good and ill.
Choose, Lord, 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 both great and small; Be Thou my Guide, my Strength, My Wisdom, and my All.
Horatius Bonar, 1808-89