Lie still, and let Him mould thee

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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.
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In Thy dear hand I’m resting,
  Oh, hold me quiet there;
Then soften me and mould me,
  And for Thy will prepare.
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I need not fear to trust Thee,
  Thy love and skill are such,
New lessons Thou wilt teach me,
  While yielding to Thy touch.
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Impress Thine image on me,
  Fulfil Thy blest design,
Till others see upon me
  That beauteous face of Thine.
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Samuel Unwanta

Uyo, Akwa Ibom, Nigeria

I live in Thy grace oh Lord.

Mould me as it pleases You Father.


Andrew Dina

Lynchburg, VA, United States

Hallelujah!

Soften me and mould me, and for Thy will prepare.


Evelyn Mitchell

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.


Elizabeth

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.