Cantique : mould and let Him Lie thee still,

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

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

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

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

3

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

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

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

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

mould and let Him Lie thee still,