Not the way of pleasure and pride,
Not the way where smooth waters glide
Not always drifting with the tide,
Not always sure he’s at my side,
God’s way for me. 

Maybe driven by life’s sharp goads,
Maybe the way of rough hill roads,
Maybe carrying heavy loads,
May lead the way to God’s abode.
God’s way for me. 

He knows what will be best for me
His leading hand I may not see,
May I not trust what’ere it be,
And go contented Lord with thee
Thy way for me.