Have Thine Own Way Lord

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