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.
Refrain
2
Perhaps
today there are loving words
Which
Jesus would have me speak;
There
may be now, in the paths of sin,
Some
wanderer whom I should seek.
O
Savior, if Thou will be my Guide,
Tho’
dark and rugged way,
My
voice shall echo the message sweet,
I’ll
say what You want me to say.
3
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 Your will with a heart sincere,
I’ll
be what You want me to be.