Have Thine own way, Lord

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!
Cleanse me and make me, whiter than snow.
As in Thy presence now I bend low.

Have Thine own way, Lord! Have Thine own way!
Hold o’er my being absolute sway!
Filled with Thy Spirit, Lord, may I see,
Christ only, always, living in me.