Have Thine own way, Lord.

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.

Accept the praise we bring

Jesus, our Saviour, Shepherd, Friend,
Prophet, and Priest, and King;
Our Lord, our Life, our Way, our End,
Accept the praise we bring.

The Wondrous Cross

See, from His head, His hands, His feet,
Sorrow and love flow mingled down!
Did e'er such love and sorrow meet,
Or thorns compose so rich a crown?

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Two wonders I confess

Upon the cross of Jesus,
Mine eyes at times can see
The very dying form of One
Who suffered there for me;
And from my smitten heart with tears
Two wonders I confess,
The wonder of His glorious love,
And my own worthlessness.