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, Saviour divine
Have Thine own way, Lord, have Thine own
Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaa-aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay
