H. Bonar
THY way, not mine, O Lord,
However dark it be;
Lead me by Thine own hand,
Choose out the path for me.
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Smooth let it be, or rough,
It will be still the best;
Winding or straight it leads
Right onward to Thy rest.
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I dare not choose my lot;
I would not if I might:
Choose Thou for me, my God,
So shall I walk aright.
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Take Thou my cup, and it
With joy or sorrow fill,
As best to Thee may seem;
Choose Thou my good and ill.
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Choose Thou for me my friends,
My sickness or my health;
Choose Thou my cares for me,
My poverty or wealth.
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Not mine, not mine the choice,
In things or great or small;
By Thou my guide, my strength,
My wisdom and my all.