Thy way, not mine, O Lord,
However dark it be;
O lead me by Thine own right hand,
Choose Thou the path for me!

Smooth let it be, or rough,
It still will be the best;
Winding or straight, it matters not:
It leads me to Thy rest.

I dare not choose my lot,
I would not if I might;
But choose Thou for me, O my Lord!
So shall I walk aright.

The Kingdom that I seek
Is Thine, so let the way
That leads to it, O Lord, be Thine!
Else I must surely stray.

Not mine, not mine the choice,
If things be great, or small;
Be Thou my Guide, my Guard, my Strength,
My Wisdom and my All!