Cantique : mould Lie and Him still, let thee

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

mould Lie and Him still, let thee