Lie still, and let Him mould thee

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.

In Thy dear hand I’m resting

Oh

hold me quiet there;

Then soften me and mould me

And for Thy will prepare.

I need not fear to trust Thee

Thy love and skill are such

New lessons Thou wilt teach me

While yielding to Thy touch.

Impress Thine image on me

Fulfil Thy blest design

Till others see upon me

That beauteous face of Thine.