Cantique : still, Lie and mould thee Him let

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

still, Lie and mould thee Him let