Thy way, not mine, O Lord,      However dark it be! Lead me by Thine own hand;      Choose out the path for me.
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What is resignation? It is putting God between one's self and one's grief.
  ​ Teach us to submit ourselves to Thy chastenings, believing Thy love in them all. Thou hast given us Christ, and in Him eternal life. Oh, how can we think Thou wouldst withhold from us any thing else if it were good for us! Lord, let us not choose for ourselves. Choose Thou for us in Thy wisdom and love, and let our hearts approve Thy choice. Be Thou our portion, our light, and our joy in Christ Jesus. Help us ever watchfully to cherish a meek and quiet spirit, ever looking unto Him who was meek and lowly of heart, that we may find rest unto our souls.
Give, O Lord, what Thou commandest, and then command what Thou wilt.
We are content to take what Thou shalt give,      To work or suffer as Thy choice shall be; Forsaking what Thy wisdom bids us leave,      Glad in the thought that we are pleasing Thee.
Resignation,—not to a whirlwind of inexorable forces, not to powers that cannot see or hear or feel, but to One who lives forever, and who loves us well, and who has given us all that we have, ay, life itself, that we may at His bidding freely give it back to Him.
  ​ I pray God that I may never find my will again. Oh, that Christ would subject my will to His, and trample it under His feet.
Strike! Thou the Master, we Thy keys, The anthem of the destinies! The minor of Thy loftier strain, Our hearts shall breathe the old refrain—      "Thy will be done!"
Jesus knows that we had rather labor than suffer; and that we would rather labor and suffer, too, than be laid aside. No man is fit to rise up and labor, until he is made willing to lie still and suffer as long as his Master pleases.
I take this pain, Lord Jesus,      From Thine own hand; The strength to bear it bravely      Thou wilt command. I am too weak for effort,      So let me rest, In hush of sweet submission      On Thine own breast.
And I said in underbreath— All our life is mixed with death,—      And who knoweth which is best? And I smiled to think God's greatness Flowed around our incompleteness,—      Round our restlessness, His rest.
          I cannot speak In happy tones; the tear drops on my cheek           Show I am sad;           But I can speak Of grace to suffer with submission meek,           Until made glad.           I cannot feel That all is well, when dark'ning clouds conceal           The shining sun;           But then I know God lives and loves; and say, since it is so,           " Thy will be done. "
Wait, then, my soul! submissive wait, Prostrate before His awful seat; And 'mid the terrors of His rod, Trust in a wise and gracious God!