IT MAY NOT BE ON THE MOUNTAINS 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 that 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 the message sweet,

I'll say what You want me to say.




There's surely somewhere a lowly place,

in earth's harvest fields so 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 You want me to be