‘Nevertheless not as I will, but as thou wilt.’ Matt. xxvi, 39.
I ask not, Lord, for less to bear,
While here I tread the narrow way,
But that I may thy blessing share
In all that I shall do or say.
Through whatsoe’er my path shall lie,
The race with patience may I run,
With filial trust my heart reply,
Thy will, O God, not mine be done!
With thee to lead, I will not fear
To pass through scenes with dangers rife,
While still thy cheering voice I hear,
“I am the way, the truth and life.”
Thou art the refuge of my soul,
My hope when earthly comforts flee,
My strength while life’s rough billows roll,
My joy through all eternity!
Then help me to improve, with care,
Those precious moments to us given;
For they a faithful record bear,
Of good or ill, each day, to heaven.
And in thine arms of love enfold,
That I may shun the Temptor’s snare,
And in the Book of Life, enrolled,
My name may be found written there!