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Lie still, and let Him mould thee!
Oh, Lord, I would obey;
Be Thou the skillful Potter,
And I the yielding clay.
Oh, Lord, I would obey;
Be Thou the skillful Potter,
And I the yielding clay.
Bend me, oh, bend me to Thy will,
While in Thy hand I’m lying still.
While in Thy hand I’m lying still.
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In Thy dear hand I’m resting,
Oh, hold me quiet there;
Then soften me and mould me,
And for Thy will prepare.
Oh, hold me quiet there;
Then soften me and mould me,
And for Thy will prepare.
3
I need not fear to trust Thee,
Thy love and skill are such,
New lessons Thou wilt teach me,
While yielding to Thy touch.
Thy love and skill are such,
New lessons Thou wilt teach me,
While yielding to Thy touch.
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Impress Thine image on me,
Fulfil Thy blest design,
Till others see upon me
That beauteous face of Thine.
Fulfil Thy blest design,
Till others see upon me
That beauteous face of Thine.
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Spokane, WA, United States
Bend me; don't break me, Lord, until I reflect Your image: "Till others see upon me" Thy face. This song is exactly my prayer--that God will change me into His design for me.