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Thy way, not mine, O Lord.
Thy way, not mine, O Lord!
However dark it be;
O lead me by thine own right hand;
Choose out the path for me.
2 Smooth let it be, or rough,
It will be still the best;
Winding or straight, it matters not,
It leads me to thy rest.
3 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.
4 The kingdom that I seek
Is thine; so let the way
That leads to it, O Lord! be thine,
Else I must surely stray.
5 My portion thou! my cup
With joy or sorrow fill;
As ever best to thee may seem,
Choose thou my good and ill.
6 Choose thou for me my friends,
My sickness or my health;
Choose thou my joys and cares for me,
My poverty or wealth.
7 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.
Bonar.