Cantique : let mould and Him thee Lie still,

1

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

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

2

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

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

3

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

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

4

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

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

let mould and Him thee Lie still,