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 be sending 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 Thine,

I’ll go where You want me to go.

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 that Jesus would have me speak.

There may be now, Your wandering child,

a saved one that I should seek.

O Savior, if Thou will be my Guide, though dark and rugged the way.

Your Word I’ll share with Your blessed sheep,

I’ll say what You want me to say.

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.

There’s surely somewhere, a lowly place,

In earth’s harvest fields so wide,

Where I may labor through life’s short day for Jesus, the Crucified.

So, trusting myall unto Thy care, I know Thou lovest me!

I’ll do Thy will with a heart sincere; I’ll be what You want me to be.

I’ll go where You want me to go, dear Lord,

You always watch over me.

According to all Thy perfect will,

I’ll be what You want me to be.

Ending

So, trusting my all unto Thy care, whatever my service may be,

I’ll do Thy will with a heart sincere; I’ll be what You want me to be.

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