Have Thine own way, Lord,
Have Thine own way;
Thou art the Potter,
I am the clay.
Mould me and make me
After Thy will,
While I am waiting,
Yielded and still.
Search me and try me,
Master, today.
Whiter than snow, Lord,
Wash me just now,
As in thy presence
Humbly I bow.
Wounded and weary,
Help me, I pray.
Power, all power,
Surely is thine;
Touch me and heal me,
Saviour Divine.
Hold o'er my being
Absolute sway.
Fill with Thy Spirit
Till all shall see
Christ only, always,
Living in me.
