I would not have a hand to guide

But Thine;

For Thou hast trod where sinners stray,

And knowest well life's troubled way,

And mine.

I would not have a will to rule

But Thine;

For Thou art wise as Thou art good,

And none can better choose what should

Be mine.

Oh, I would tread the sorest path

For Thee;

For Thou canst make the roughest plain,

Give joy for grief, and calm the pain

For me.