Cantique : still, let mould and Him thee Lie

1

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

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

2

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

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

3

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

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

4

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

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

still, let mould and Him thee Lie