Cantique : mould and Him let Lie thee still,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

mould and Him let Lie thee still,