Оригинален текст
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
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
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Have Thine own way Lord have Thine own way
hold oe'r my being absolute sway
Filled with Thy spirit till all can see
Christ only always living in me