Hymn: still, and let Lie mould thee Him

1

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

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

2

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

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

3

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

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

4

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

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

still, and let Lie mould thee Him