I yield my­self to Thee
With all my hopes and fears,
With all my wish to see
The tale of com­ing years.

Give Thou a qui­et mind
My dai­ly work to do,
To leave the past be­hind,
With Thee the fu­ture, too.

Lord, be it un­for­got
How ma­ny days and years,
Through Thy dear love, my lot
Was bet­ter than my fears.

I cast my fears aside,
This life is none of mine;
It rests with Thee, my guide:
I lay my hand in Thine.

Give Thou a spi­rit wise,
A judg­ment calm and true,
In all that may arise,
Thy bless­èd will to do.

Remove all anx­ious care,
What hu­man tongues may say;
Give kind­ness to for­bear
And firm­ness to ob­ey.

If aught I must en­dure,
Whatever pain it be,
I know Thy hand can cure:
I yield my­self to Thee.