When all things seem against us,
And days are dark and drear,
And every outlook gloomy,
And naught hath power to cheer,-
O, give us grace to say,
Lord Jesus, have Thy way.

When we-alas, how often !-
Must bear the penalty
Of our un-Christlike actions,
O, grant humility
And brokenness to say,
Lord Jesus, have Thy way.

But, ah ! when we are wounded,
How quick to take our part,
And smite when we are smitten-
Alas ! the pride of heart !-
That makes it hard to say,
Lord Jesus, have Thy way.

Could we-ourselves forgetting-
To Him leave all the rest,
E'en though we must be humbled,
It must be to be blest If only we can pray,
Lord Jesus, have Thy way.

How many a needless sorrow,
How many a broken heart
Were spared, and many brethren
Had never need to part !
Had we been quick to say,
Lord Jesus, have Thy way.

Thy way is never sweet, Lord,
When 'tis against our will.
O, mold our wills to Thine,
Lord, And bid our thoughts be still.
Thus only can we say,
Lord Jesus, have Thy way.

How little, Lord, Thy meekness
And lowliness we show !
How little may the worlding
By us our Master know !
How often we display
Our own, and not Thy way.

Like Israel of old, Lord,
In spite of all Thy grace,
We sin against Thy goodness;
Forgetting Thy past ways,
Thy way thus thrust aside
Gives place to human pride.

When wilt thou come and free us,
From all our foolishness ?
O, when shall we be like Thee,
Where Thou canst only bless,
And all our being say,
We glory in Thy way ?

H. McD.