Lie still, and let Him mould thee!
Verse 1
Lie still, and let Him mould thee! Oh, Lord, I would obey; Be Thou the skillful, Potter, And I the yielding clay.
Chorus
Bend me, oh, bend me to Thy will, While in Thy hand I'm lying still.
Verse 2
In Thy dear hand I'm resting, Oh, hold me quiet there; Then soften me and mould me, And for Thy will prepare.
Verse 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.
Verse 4
Impress Thine image on me, Fulfill Thy blest design, Till others see upon me That beauteous face of Thine.