Have Thine Own Way

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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!
Hold o'er my being, absolute sway!
Filled with Thy spirit 'till all can see
Christ only, always, living in me!