Cantique : and still, mould thee Him let Lie

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

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

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

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

3

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

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

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

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

and still, mould thee Him let Lie