The path that I have trod
Has brought me nearer God,
Though oft it led through sorrow’s gates;
Though not the way I choose,
In my way I might lose
The joy that yet for me awaits;
Not what I wish to be,
Nor where I wish to go,
For who am I that I should choose my way?
The Lord shall choose for me;
’Tis better far, I know,
So let Him bid me go or stay.
The cross that I must bear,
If I a crown would wear,
Is not the cross that I should take;
But since on me ’tis laid,
I’ll take it unafraid,
And bear it for the Master’s sake;
Not what I wish to be,
Nor where I wish to go,
For who am I that I should choose my way?
The Lord shall choose for me;
’Tis better far, I know,
So let Him bid me go or stay.
Submission to the will
Of Him who guides me still
Is surety of His love revealed;
My soul shall rise above
This world in which I move;
I conquer only when I yield;
Not what I wish to be,
Nor where I wish to go,
For who am I that I should choose my way?
The Lord shall choose for me;
’Tis better far, I know,
So let Him bid me go or stay.
C. A. Miles