1. It may not be on the mountain's

It may not be on the mountain's height Or over the stormy sea; It may not be at the battle 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

Perhaps today there are loving words Which Jesus would have me to speak; 56 There may be now, in the paths of sin, Some wand'er whom I should seek, O Saviour, 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

There's surely somewhere a lowly place In earth's harvest-fields so wide. Where I may labour thro 'life's short day For Jesus, the Crucified. So, trusting my all unto Thy care, I know Thou lovest me! I'll do Thy will with a heart sincere, I'll be what you want me to be.