It may not be on the mountain¡¦s height, or over the stormy
sea;
It may not be at the battle¡¦s front my Lord will have
need of me;
But if by a still, small voice He calls to paths
I do not know,
I¡¦ll answer, dear Lord, with my hand in Yours,
I¡¦ll go where You want me to go.
Refrain
I¡¦ll go where You want me to go, dear Lord,
O¡¦er mountain, or plain, or sea;
I¡¦ll say what You want me to
say, dear Lord,
I¡¦ll be what You want me to be.
Perhaps today there are loving words which Jesus would have
me speak;
There may be now, in the paths of sin, some
wand¡¦rer whom I should seek.
O Saviour, if You will be my
Guide, though dark and rugged the way,
My voice shall echo
the message sweet,
I¡¦ll say what You want me to say.
Refrain
There¡¦s surely somewhere a lowly place in earth¡¦s harvest
fields so wide,
Where I may labour through life¡¦s short day
for Jesus, the Crucified.
So, trusting my all unto Your care,
I know You always love me!
I¡¦ll do Your will with a heart
sincere,
I¡¦ll be what You want me to be.
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