However dark it be;
Lead me by Thine own hand,
Choose out the path for me.
Smooth let it be, or rough,
It will still be the best;
Winding or straight, it leads
Right onward to Thy rest.
I dare not choose my lot;
I would not if I might:
Choose Thou for me, my God,
So shall I walk aright.
Take Thou my cup, and it
With 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.
Not mine, not mine the choice,
In things or great or small:
Be Thou my guide, my strength,
My wisdom and my all.
H. Bonar, From the Keswick Hymnbook
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