[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 yeilded 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