Have thine own way, Lord!
Have
thine own way!
Thou
art the potter, I am the clay.
Mold
me and make me after thy will,
While
I am waiting, yielded and still.
2
Have
thine own way, Lord!
Have
thine own way!
Search
me and try me, Master today!
Whiter
than snow, Lord,
Wash
me just now,
As
in thy presence humbly I bow.
3
Have
thine own way, Lord!
Have
thine own way!
Wounded
and weary, help me I pray!
Power,
all power, surely is thine!
Touch
me and heal me, Savior divine!
4
Have
thine own way, Lord!
Have
thine own way!
Hold
o'er my being absolute sway.
Fill
with thy Spirit till all shall see
Christ
only, always, living in me!