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
Have thine own way, Lord, have thine own way!
Hold o'er my being absolute sway!
Fill with thy Spirit 'til all shall see
Christ only, always, living in me
Have thine own way, Lord!
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