Verse 1
Have Thine own way, Lord! Have Thine own way!
Thou art the Potter; I am the clay.
Mould me and make me after Thy will,
While I am waiting, yielded and still.

Verse 2
Have Thine own way, Lord! Have Thine own way!
Search me and try me, Master, today!
Whiter than snow, Lord, wash me just now,
As in Thy presence humbly I bow.

Verse 3
Have Thine own way, Lord! Have Thine own way!
Wounded and weary, help me, I pray!
Power - all power - surely is Thine!
Touch me and heal me, Saviour divine!

Verse 4
Have Thine own way, Lord! Have Thine own way!
Hold o'er my being absolute sway!
Fill with Thy Spirit till all shall see
Christ only, always, living in me!