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
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
Mold me and make me
After Thy will
While I am waiting
Yielded and still
Have Thine own way, Lord