1
Savior, select my pathway;
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.
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.
May Thou uphold my hand, Lord;
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.
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.
2
Level or rough the path, Lord,
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.
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.
3
My time is Thine to use, Lord,
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.
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.
4
Fill all my life remaining,
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.
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.
5
Choose Thou my path, dear Master;
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.
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.