1 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.
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;
Wounded and weary, help me I pray;
Power, all power, surely is thine,
Touch me and heal me, Saviour divine.
4 Have thine own way, Lord, have thine own way;
Hold o’er my being absolute sway;
Fill with thy Spirit till all shall see
Christ only, always, living in me.
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First Line: | Have thine own way, Lord, have thine own way |
Author: | Adelaide A. Pollard (1863-1934) |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1986 |
Topic: | The life of holiness: Consecration and service |