- 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 leadsRight 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 wayThat leads to it be Thine,Else I must surely stray.
- Not mine, not mine the choiceIn things both great or small;Be Thou my guide, my strengthMy wisdom, and my all.
-Horatius Bonar