Archive article 28

 

This great hymn expresses a beautiful prayer which although not easy to pray, is the highest any one of us can ever pray. It’s what Jesus Himself prayed in the garden.

May God help us to make it ours for there’s no greater place of security or joy!

 

Your way, not mine, O Lord,

However, dark it be.

Lead me by your 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 your rest.

 

I dare not choose my lot;

I would not if I might;

You choose for me, my God,

so shall I walk aright.

 

You take my cup, and it

with joy or sorrow fill,

as best to you may seem;

you choose my good or ill.

 

You choose for me my friends,

my sickness or my health;

you choose my cares for me,

my poverty or wealth.

 

Not mine the choice,

in things or great or small;

You be my guide and strength

my wisdom, and my all.

Horatius Bonar (1808-89)

 

 

The thee’s and though’s have been translated into you.

Thy has been translated into your.