First Line: 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 which I do not know,
I'll answer, O Lord, with my hand in Thine,
I'll go where Thou wouldst I should go.

I'll go where Thou wouldst I should go, dear Lord
Over mountain, or plain, or sea ;
I'll say what Thou wouldst I should say, dear Lord,
I'll be what Thou wouldst I should be.

2 Perhaps to-day 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 Saviour, if Thou wilt be my guide,
Though dark and rugged the way,
My voice shall echo Thy message
Sweet-----
I'll say what thou wouldst I should say.

3 There must be still some lowly place
For me in the harvest wide,
Where I may labour 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 Thou wouldst I should be.