Have Thine Own Way Lord
Have thine own way Lord
Have thine own way
Thou art the porter
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 Your presence humbly I bow
Have thine own way Lord
Have thine own way
Thou art the porter
I am the clay
Mold me and make me
After thy will
While I am waiting yielded and still
Have thine own way, Precious Lord
Have thine own way
Wounded and so weary
Help me I pray
Power all power, surely is thine
Touch me and heal me
Savior Devine
Have thine own way Lord
Have thine own way
Thou art the porter
I am the clay
Mold me and make me
After thy will
While I am waiting yielded and still
While I am waiting yielded and still
While I am waiting yielded and still
To those that change, they must first know what they are, and what they ought to be, in order to change.