I'll Go Where You Want Me to Go

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
O’er 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
Though dark and rugged the way
My voice shall echo Thy message sweet
I’ll say what You want me to say
There’s surely somewhere a lowly place
In earth’s harvest fields so white
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