Cantique : still, Lie mould let thee Him and

1

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

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

2

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

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

3

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

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

4

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

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

still, Lie mould let thee Him and