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.

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;

Wounded and weary, Help me, I pray.

Power, all power, Surely is Thine;

Touch me and heal me, Saviour divine.

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.

1907 -- Adelaide A. Pollard