1 It may not be on the mountainâ€™s height,
Or over the stormy sea;
It may not be at the battleâ€™s front,
My Lord will have need of me;
But if by a still, small voice He calls
To paths I do not know,
Iâ€™ll answer, dear Lord, with my hand in Thine,
Iâ€™ll go where You want me to go.
Iâ€™ll go where you want me to go, dear Lord,
Oâ€™er mountain, or plain, or sea;
Iâ€™ll say what you want me to say, dear Lord,
Iâ€™ll be what you want me to be.
2 Perhaps today there are loving words
Which Jesus would have me speak;
There may be now in the paths of sin,
Some wandâ€™rer whom I should seek.
O Savior, if Thou wilt be my Guide,
Tho' dark and rugged the way,
My voice shall echo the message sweet,
Iâ€™ll say what you want me to say. (Chorus)
3 Thereâ€™s surely somewhere a lowly place
In earthâ€™s harvest fields so wide,
Where I may labor thro' lifeâ€™s short day
For Jesus, the Crucified;
So, trusting my all to Thy care,
I know Thou lovest me!
Iâ€™ll do Thy will with a heart sincere,
Iâ€™ll be what you want me to be. (Chorus)