I did not choose the path I tread –

It winds through places that I dread;

It rises steep near cliffs of doom

And shrouds my heart in lonesome tomb.

But while I walk upon this way,

A Voice of calm bids me be brave;

A Stranger walked this way before,

And suffered as His cross He bore –

So if He calls me to this place,

I’ll tread with courage, by His grace.