Have Thy Own Way, Lord

Have Thy own way, Lord
Have Thy own way
Thou are the potter
I am the clay
Mould me and make me
After Thy will
While I am waiting
Yielded and still

Have Thy own way, Lord
Have Thy 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 Thy own way, Lord
Have Thy own way
Wounded and weary
Help me I pray
Power all power surely is Thy
Touch me and heal me
Saviour divine