1 Your way, not mine, O Lord,

however dark it be;

lead me by Your 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 Your rest.

3 I dare not choose my lot;

I would not if I might:

Oh, choose for me, my God,

so I will walk aright.

4 The kingdom that I seek

is Yours, so let the way

that leads to it be Yours,

or I must surely stray.

5 Lord, take my cup, and it

with joy or sorrow fill,

as best to You may seem;

Lord, choose my good and ill.

6 Lord, choose for me my friends,

my sickness or my health;

and choose my cares for me,

my poverty or wealth.

7 Not mine, not mine, the choice

in things or great or small;

Lord, be my guide, my strength,

my wisdom, and my all.