"His Plan for Me"

When I stand at the Judgment Seat of Christ
And He shows His plan for me,
The plan of my life as it might have been
Had He had His way-and I see
How I blocked Him here, and checked Him there,
And I would not yield my will,
Will there be grief in my Savior's eyes,
Grief though He loves me still?
Would He have me rich and I stand there poor,
Stripped of all but His grace,
While memory runs like a hunted thing,
down the paths I cannot retrace,
Lord, of the years that are left to me
I give them to Thy hand;
take me and break me and mold me,
To the pattern that Thou has planned.