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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 yeilded and still
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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