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

Smooth let it be or rough, It will be' still the best; Winding or straight, it can but lead Right onward to Thy rest.

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

Take Thou my cup, and it With joy or sorrow fill, As ever to Thee may seem Choose thou good or ill.

Not mine not mine the choice In things or great or small; Be Thou to me my guide, my strength My wisdom and my all.