Lie still, and let Him mould thee
|Lie still, and let Him mould thee!
Oh, Lord, I would obey;
Be Thou the skillful Potter,
And I the yielding clay.
|Bend me, oh, bend me to Thy will,
While in Thy hand I'm lying still.
|In Thy dear hand I'm resting,
Oh, hold me quiet there;
Then soften me and mould me,
And for Thy will prepare.
|I need not fear to trust Thee,
Thy love and skill are such,
New lessons Thou wilt teach me,
While yielding to Thy touch.
|Impress Thine image on me,
Fulfil Thy blest design,
Till others see upon me
That beauteous face of Thine.
Lusaka, Northern, Zambia
I like this song, it's so inspirational I really like it
Ikeja, Lagos, Nigeria
Please Father, bend me to Thy will 😭😭😭😭
Calabar, Cross River, Nigeria
Like a baby in a mother's arms, I surrender completely unto Thy will.
Uyo, Akwa Ibom, Nigeria
I live in Thy grace oh Lord.
Mould me as it pleases You Father.
Lynchburg, VA, United States
Soften me and mould me, and for Thy will prepare.
Newcastle Upon Tyne, Tyne And Wear, United Kingdom
This strikes a chord with me - FS Turney was my great grandfather and I'm able to hear and appreciate his sentiments and music through modern technology. I'm proud to be a member of his family.
Spokane, WA, United States
Bend me; don't break me, Lord, until I reflect Your image: "Till others see upon me" Thy face. This song is exactly my prayer--that God will change me into His design for me.