Have Thine Own Way, Lord

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 stillHave 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