Cantique : thee mould and Him Lie let still,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

thee mould and Him Lie let still,