Not where we elect to go,

Not where we elect to go, But where Jesus leads the way, There the living waters flow, There our darkness turns to day.

Not our self-appointed task Will the Lord's approval win, But the work we did not ask, Finished humbly, just for Him.

Not the prayer we long to plead When we bend before the Throne, But the touching deeper need Of the Spirit's wordless groan.

Not the gift we proudly lay On His altar will He heed, If our hearts have said Him, " Nay," When He whispered, " I have need."

Thus we die, and dying live In the heavenlies with the Lord; Thus we serve, and pray, and give, Christ Himself our great Reward.