Anthem

There's surely somewhere a lowly place in earth's harvest field 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.

Thank you, and goodnight.