Choose it, dear Lord, for me.
My own desire I’d gainsay;
Only Thy will I’d see.
Unto Thine ordination,
However hard it be,
I’d offer glad submission,
Seeking what pleases Thee.
Thou all my weakness know.
Else I can but be sad, Lord,
Uncertain how to go.
If Thou uphold my hand, Lord,
Whatever path Thou chart,
Whatever time or plan, Lord,
’Tis sweetness to my heart.
If it’s Thy choice for me,
My full consent it hath, Lord;
No other way I’d see.
I dare not choose my way, Lord,
Though Thou grant liberty;
Come Thou, my path select, Lord—
I wait for words from Thee.
No matter fast or slow.
What brings Thee joy, do choose, Lord;
I would no preference show.
If destined for endurance,
For many years or days,
I would not seek swift clearance
Of obstacles Thou place.
Howe’er it pleases Thee;
Sorrow or joy containing,
I’d let Thee reign in me.
Every distress is precious,
If it’s Thy will for me;
Every delight’s obnoxious,
If not Thy gift to me.
Through sickness, health, support,
Through falling tears or laughter,
Evil or good report.
Though great or small each dealing,
My choice I would refuse.
I’d reject all my feeling,
Only Thy glory choose.