Hymn: Lie thee Him still, let mould and

1

Him let thee!
Oh, and would the Lie Potter,
And Lord, Thou I I obey;
Be mould yielding still, the skillful clay.

Thy will,
While in hand me, oh, I’m lying bend to me Thy Bend still.

2

there;
Then me,
And me mould for In me hold soften and Thy hand will resting,
Oh, dear prepare. Thy I’m quiet

Thy will,
While in hand me, oh, I’m lying bend to me Thy Bend still.

3

not lessons teach touch. to trust Thy Thou and to need are such,
New wilt yielding Thee,
Thy me,
While skill I love fear

Thy will,
While in hand me, oh, I’m lying bend to me Thy Bend still.

4

Thine of image Impress me
That design,
Till beauteous others see upon me,
Fulfil Thine. Thy face blest on

Thy will,
While in hand me, oh, I’m lying bend to me Thy Bend still.

Lie thee Him still, let mould and