A Prayer by Horatius Bonar

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 alright.
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 friends, my sickness or my health;
Choose thou my cares for me, my poverty or wealth.
Not mine, not mine the choice, in all things great or small;
Be thou my guide, my strength, my wisdom, and my all.