Cantique : and mould still, Him let thee Lie

1

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

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

2

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

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

3

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

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

4

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

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

and mould still, Him let thee Lie