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Lie still, and let Him mould thee!
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| 1. | Lie still, and let Him mould thee! |
| | 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. |
| 2. | In Thy dear hand I'm resting, |
| | 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. |
| 4. | Impress Thine image on me, |
| | Fulfill Thy blest design, |
| | Till others see upon me |
| | That beauteous face of Thine. |