It may not be for me to know
Just where I can labor the best,
But in my humble way I’ll try
To lift up the weak and oppressed.
Yes, there’s a place for me, for me I know,
Where I can help, can help by deed or word,
Bringing the weak, the lost and perishing,
Into the kingdom of my blessèd Lord.
Perhaps the words that I may speak
Will comfort some sorrowing heart,
And let the blessèd sunshine in
Where once it was lonely and dark.
Today, perchance, a precious soul
Is out on the highway of sin,
That I may clasp with friendly hand
And bring to the bright fold again.
Yes, yes, somewhere in this wide world
A mission I have to fulfill;
Then let me labor where God calls,
And faithfully do His great will.