Have Thine own way Lord, have Thine own way
You are 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 Savior divine

Have Thine own way Lord, have Thine own way
Hold o’er my being absolute sway
Fill with Thy spirit ‘till everyone sees
Christ only always living me