Have thine own way lord
Have thine own way
Thou art the porter
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
Whiter than snow Lord
Wash me just now
As in thy presence humbly I bow
Have thine own way lord
Have thine own way
O for my being absolute sway
Filled with thy Spirit
Till all can see, Christ only always living in me