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 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 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 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.

There’s surely somewhere a lowly place

In earth’s harvest fields so wide

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.

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.

-Mary Brown