CHOOSE THOU MY WAY by Alice M. A. Harper

Pacific Press Publishing Company · Oakland, California · Mar 11, 1903

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 29, No. 10.

CHOOSE THOU MY WAY.

By Alice M. A. Harper

I WOULD not choose my way, dear Lord, Or mark the pathway for my feet; But trust Thy guiding hand alway, And find in Thee a safe retreat. Dear Lord, if Thou hast portioned out Life’s changes as they come to me, I need not murmur nor repine; Content, I’ll safely rest in thee.

I would not choose my way, dear Lord, Let every trial but refine. Thou knowest what for me is best, In Thy blest image let me shine. Life’s sorrows to us all must come— The bitter mingled with the sweet— Yet, trusting in Thy mighty arm, I’ll safely anchor at Thy feet.

I would not choose my way, dear Lord, Since Thou art gracious, good, and kind, But passive rest myself in Thee— In Thee a safe retreat to find. Too wise to err, I know Thou art Afflicted, too, in all my grief. Through every bitter conflict here Let me in Thee find sweet relief.

I dare not choose life’s pleasure, Lord, Its fleeting honor, wealth, or fame; Give Thou to me the blest reward, And grant to me my “Father’s name.” I need not fear since Thou dost mark, Almighty God, the path for me. Then help me bear life’s weary load, “Until fair Zion’s gates I see.”

Shaftsburg, Mich. ALICE M. A. HARPER.