| 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 I shall walk aright.
 Take Thou my cup, and itWith joy or sorrow fill,
 As best to Thee may seem;
 Choose Thou my good and ill.
 Choose Thou for me my friends,My sickness or my health;
 Choose Thou my cares for me
 My poverty or wealth.
 The kingdom that I seekIs Thine: so let the way
 That leads to it be Thine,
 Else I must surely stray.
 Not mine, not mine the choiceIn things or great or small;
 Be Thou my Guide, my Strength
 My Wisdom, and my All.
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