“Blessed is every one that walketh in His way.”—Psalm 118:1.
“And He maketh my way perfect.”—2 Sam. 22:33.
HAVE it Thy way, dear Lord;
For long I sought but mine,
Yet craved Thy help and blessing in a walk
That neither from Thee came nor led to Thee.
But years have rolled around,
And softening, chastening time has crushed
The impetuous self that ever sought its own:
And now the deepest longing of my heart
Says, “BUT THY WAY,—have it THY WAY,
DEAR LORD.”
Have it Thy way, dear Lord,
Be Thou the Author and the Finisher
Of all my works, and walks, and ways,
The inspiration of my every thought.
And let it ever be, not I,
But Christ within, without—
No hope, nor aim, but Thou its single source,
Its origin and end. Thou canst but bless
Thine own: and so I pray, “HAVE IT THY WAY,
DEAR LORD.”