We are the clay, You are the Potter; we are all the work of Your hand.@Isaiah 64:8

Ad­e­laide A. Poll­ard, 1907.

Ad­e­laide George C. Steb­bins, North­field Hym­nal with Al­ex­an­der’s Sup­ple­ment 1907 (🔊 pdf nwc).

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George C. Stebbins
(1846–1945)

Pollard be­lieved God want­ed her in Af­ri­ca as a mis­sion­a­ry, but she was un­a­ble to raise funds to go. In an un­cer­tain state of mind, she at­tend­ed a pray­er meet­ing, where she heard an el­der­ly wo­man pray, It’s all right, Lord. It doesn’t mat­ter what You bring into our lives, just have Your own way with us. At home that night, much en­cour­aged, she wrote this hymn.

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

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.

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, Savior divine.

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.