Have thine own way, Lord!
Have thine own way
Thou art the potter,
I am the clay;
Mold me and make me
Alter 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,
Savior 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.