詩歌： still, let Lie and Him thee mould

1

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

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

2

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

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

3

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

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

4

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

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

still, let Lie and Him thee mould