(J=96) Thy way, not mine, O Lord, How - ev er dark
Lead me by Thine own hand; Choose out the path for
2 I dare not choose my lot; I would not, if I might; Choose Thou for me, my God: So shall I walk aright. Take Thou my cup, and it
With joy or sorrow fill, As best to Thee may seem; Choose Thou my good and ill.
3 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 things or great or small; Be Thou my Guide, my Strength, My Wisdom, and my All. Amen.
3 Rest in the Lord, my soul; This fretting weakens thee;
Thou shalt His glory see. Amen.
Brings fruit from rain, brings good from pain, Why not be still? accept His will:
And peace and joy from strife.
I come to cast my- self on Thee: Thou art my Rest. A-men.
My God, my Father, while I stray Far from my home in life's rough way,
main. Be still, my soul: thy best, thy heav'nly Friend,
2 Be still, my soul: thy God doth undertake To guide the future as He has the past; Thy hope, thy confidence let nothing shake;
All now mysterious shall be bright at last. Be still, my soul: the waves and winds still know His voice who ruled them while He dwelt below.
3 Be still, my soul: when dearest friends depart, And all is darkened in the vale of tears, Then shalt thou better know His love, His heart, Who comes to soothe thy sorrow and thy fears. Be still, my soul: thy Jesus can repay From His own fulness all He takes away.
4 Be still, my soul: the hour is hastening on When we shall be for ever with the Lord, When disappointment, grief, and fear are gone, Sorrow forgot, love's purest joys restored. Be still, my soul: when change and tears are past, All safe and blessèd we shall meet at last. Amen. CATHERINE A. D. VON SCHLEGEL. Tr. JANE BORTHWICK
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