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.