1 Thy way, O God, is best,
Thy way,—not mine;
Patient beneath Thy rod,
Quick to obey Thy nod,
Because Thou art my God,—
Thy will,—not mine;
Because Thou art my God,—
Thy will,—not mine.
2 I know Thy wise design,—
Thy will is mine;
From earthly dross refine,
Shape to the Mould divine;
My soul shall not repine,—
Thy will,—not mine;
My soul shall note repine,—
Thy will,—not mine.
3 Clay in the potter’s hand,—
Thy will is mine;
‘Tis Thine the vase to make,
Or Thine, dear Lord, to break;
Thine, or to give or take,—
Thy will,—not mine;
Thine, or to give or take,—
Thy will,—not mine.
4 Sorrow or joy be sent,—
Thy will is mine;
In all Thy way I see,—
Whate’er my lot will be,
I trust my all to Thee,—
Thy will,—not mine;
I trust my all to Thee,—
Thy will,—not mine.
Source: Progressive Sunday School Songs #145