Cantique : let mould Lie Him still, thee and

1

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

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

2

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

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

3

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

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

4

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

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

let mould Lie Him still, thee and