There is an urge within my breast,
To give the Lord my very best,
In thought, in action, word and deed,
This has become my whole life’s creed.
I want to fit into His plan
Be of help to my fellow-man.
Plan the things that I should do
Before my work on earth is through.
It may be out in the darkest night,
Somewhere in the thick of a dangerous fight
That He will send me, ere I’m through,
With all the things I’m supposed to do.
This I know, if I do His will
He will abide and keep me still;
I shall not fear wherever I be
If Jesus, my Savior, pilots me.