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THY WAY, NOT MINE.

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 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.

The kingdom that I seek

Is thine; so let the way, That leads to it be thine,

Else I must surely stray.

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 friend My sickness or my health, Choose thou my cares for me, My poverty or wealth.