Cantique : let and Lie mould Him still, thee

1

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

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

2

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

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

3

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

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

4

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

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

let and Lie mould Him still, thee