It may not be on the mountains 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 wand'rer whom I should seek. O Savior, if thou wilt be my guide, Tho dark and rugged the way, My voice shall echo the message sweet; I'll say what you want me to say. I'll be what you want me to be.