Na nid fy ffordd fy hun

Na, nid fy ffordd fy hun;
  Mae'th ffordd Di'n well i mi:
Dy law i'm tywys rho,
   Y llwybyr, dewis Di!
Ai blin, ai esmwyth fydd,
  Ti ŵyr y ffordd i'r nef;
Gwnei Di i'w throion chwith
  Fy nwyn i'n nes i dref.


Ni feiddiaf ddewis dim;
  Ni fynnwn chwaith, pe cawn:
Na, dewis Di, a'r ffordd
  Bob cam fydd felly'n iawn.
Ai blodau gaf, neu ddrain,
  Ai'r gawod neu y gwres,
Gad i mi drwyddynt oll
  Dy deimlo Di yn nes.


Fy nghwpan llanw Di
  O drallod, neu fwynhad;
Y chwerw'n felys fydd,
  O'i roi gan gariad Tad.
Na, ni fy newis i,
  Mewn pethau mawr na bach:
Dy ddewis Di a'm dyg
  I'm cartre'n gwbw iach.

No, not my own way;
  Thy way is better for me:
Thy hand give to lead,
  The path, choose thou!
Should grief or ease be,
  Thou knowest the way to heaven;;;;;
Make thou their awkward turns
  Bear me nearer home.


I dare not choose at all;
  I would not either, if I could:
No, choose thou, and the way
  Every step shall thus be right.
Whether I have flowers, or thorns,
  Whether a shower or the warmth,
Let me throughout them all
  Feel thee nearer.


My cup fill thou
  With trouble, or enjoyment;
The bitter shall be sweet,
  Since from Father's love.
No, not my choice,
  In things great or small:
Thy choice shall bring me
  To my home wholly safe.

Thy way, not mine, O Lord,
  However dark it be;
Lead me by thine own hand,
  Choose out the path for me.

Smooth let it be or rough,
  It will be still the best;
Winding or straight, it leads
  Right onward to thy rest.

I dare not choose my lot;
  I would not if I might:
Choose thou for me, my God,
  So shall I walk aright.

Choose thou for me my friends,
  My sickness or my health;
Choose thou my cares for me,
  My poverty or wealth.

Take thou my cup, and it
  With joy or sorrow fill,
As best to thee may seem;
  Choose thou my good and ill.

Not mine, not mine, the choice
  In things or great or small;
Be thou my guide, my strength,
  My wisdom, and my all.