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 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.
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 Saviour, if Thou wilt be my guide,
Though dark and rugged the way,
My voice shall echo Thy message so sweet,
I'll say what you want me to say.
There's surely somewhere a lowly place,
In earth's harvests 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.
My prayer this morning as I spent time with my Lord,
May this song bless you with a sincere longing to be
willing and ready to be what He wants you to be.
God bless you all, my dear friends, let us strive higher.
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