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.