Verse 1: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.
Verse 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.
Verse 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.
Verse 4:Have Thine own way, Lord; have Thine own way!
Hold O'er my being absolute sway;
Fill with Thy Spirit till all can see,
Christ only, always, living in me.