Not Mine, but Thine.
‘ Thy way, not mine, O Lord,However dark it be,
O, lead me by thine own right hand,
Choose out the path for me.
Smooth let it be, or rough,
It will be still 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 God,
So I shall walk aright.
The Kingdom that I seek
Is Thine; so let the way
That leads to it. O Lord, be Thine,
Else I must sorely stray.
Choose Thou for me my friends,
My sickness or my health;
Choose Thou my joys and cares for me,
My poverty or wealth.
Not mine, not mine, the choice,
In things or great or small;
Be Thou my Guide, my Guard, my Strength,
My Wisdom, and my All!
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