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.

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.

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.