Thy way, not mine, O Lord!

However dark it be;

O lead me by thine own right hand;

Choose out the path for me.

2 Smooth let it be, or rough,

It will be still the best;

Winding or straight, it matters not,

It leads me to thy rest.

3 I dare not choose my lot,

I would not if I might;

But choose thou for me, O my God!

So shall I walk aright.

4 The kingdom that I seek

Is thine; so let the way

That leads to it, O Lord! be thine,

Else I must surely stray.

5 My portion thou! my cup

With joy or sorrow fill;

As ever best to thee may seem,

Choose thou my good and ill.

6 Choose thou for me my friends,

My sickness or my health;

Choose thou my joys and cares for me,

My poverty or wealth.

7 Not mine, not mine the choice,

In things or great or small;

Be thou my Guide, my Guard, my Strength,

My Wisdom, and my All.