I’ll Go Where You Want Me to Go

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 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

Which Je­sus would have me speak;

There may be now

in the paths of sin

Some wan­d’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

I’ll say what You want me to say.

There’s sure­ly some­where a low­ly place

In earth’s har­vest fields so wide

Where I may la­bor thro’ life’s short day

For Je­sus

the Cru­ci­fied.

So

trust­ing my all 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.