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.
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.