A. A. Pollard

5.4.5.4.D.

HAVE Thine own way, Lord,

Have Thine own way;

Thou art the Potter,

I am the clay.

Mold 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.