1. It may not be on the mountain heightOr over the stormy sea;It may not be at the battle’s frontMy Lord will have need of me;But if, by a still, small voice he callsTo 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,Over 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.
2. Perhaps today there are loving wordsWhich Jesus would have me speak;There may be now in the paths of sinSome wand’rer whom I should seek;O Savior, if thou wilt 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.
I’ll go where you want me to go, dear Lord,Over 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.
3. There’s surely somewhere a lowly placeIn earth’s harvest fields so wide,Where I may labor through life’s short dayFor 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.
I’ll go where you want me to go, dear Lord,Over 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.