Submission to the will,
Of Him who loves me still,
Is surety of His love revealed.
My soul shall rise above,
This world in which I move;
I conquer only when I yield.

[Chorus]
Not what I wish to be,
Nor where I wish to go.
For who am I that I should choose my way.
The Lord will choose for me,
'Tis better far I know.
So let him bid me go; or stay.

C. Austin Miles