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

[incomprehensible], take five
Have thine own way, take five

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
Hold o’er my being absolute sway
Filled with thy spirit 'til all shall see
Christ only, always, living in me