Once I loved to choose my way

November 5

Once I loved to choose my way,
Now for grace and strength I pray,
Ever in my heart to say
“The will of the Lord be done!”

I am blind but He can see,
He will choose my path for me,
Guide me safely, constantly,-
“The will of the Lord be done!”

If my treasures He must take,
I will yield them for His sake,
Even if my heart should break,-
“The will of the Lord be done!”

He would not afflict in vain,
Cause His child a needless pain;
What seems loss must prove my gain,-
“The will of the Lord be done!”

O what perfect peace is mine!
O what rest and joy divine!
As I all to Him resign,-
“The will of the Lord be done!”

Chorus
His will is best,
In that I rest,
In shadow or in sun;
So, come what may,
Yet will I say
“The will of the Lord be done!”
     T. O. Chisholm