It may not be on the mountain’s height

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 that 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

Though dark and rugged the way

My voice shall echo Thy message sweet

I’ll say what You want me to say.

There’s surely somewhere a lowly place

In earth’s harvest fields so white

Where I may labor through life’s short day

For Jesus the Crucified;

So trusting my all to Thy tender care

And knowing Thou lovest me

I’ll do Thy will with a heart sincere

I’ll be what You want me to be.