1. It may not be on the mountain 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, 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 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 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 place In earth’s harvest fields so wide, 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.
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.