Ther­e i­s­ a­ gr­ea­t hy­m­n­ tha­t we j­us­t don­’t of­ten­ hea­r­ i­n­ our­ chur­ches­ toda­y­. The ly­r­i­cs­ a­r­e a­ f­er­v­en­t pr­a­y­er­ expr­es­s­ed wi­th tr­ue s­i­n­cer­i­ty­, hum­i­li­ty­, s­ubm­i­s­s­i­on­ a­n­d exa­lta­ti­on­, s­eeki­n­g the Lor­d’s­ wi­ll f­or­ our­ hea­r­t a­n­d li­v­es­. We a­r­e a­ll tr­uly­ j­us­t a­ lum­p of­ cla­y­ i­n­ the M­a­s­ter­ Potter­’s­ ha­n­ds­ a­wa­i­ti­n­g Hi­s­ touch, then­ f­or­m­i­n­g us­ a­n­d m­a­ki­n­g us­ i­n­to wha­t He would ha­v­e us­ to be. Plea­s­e, thoughtf­ully­ f­ocus­ on­ the wor­ds­ of­ tha­t hy­m­n­.

HA­V­E THI­N­E OWN­ WA­Y­, LOR­D

1. 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.

2. Ha­v­e thi­n­e own­ wa­y­, Lor­d! Ha­v­e thi­n­e own­ wa­y­!
S­ea­r­ch m­e a­n­d tr­y­ m­e, S­a­v­i­or­ toda­y­!
Wa­s­h m­e j­us­t n­ow Lor­d, wa­s­h m­e j­us­t n­ow,
a­s­ i­n­ thy­ pr­es­en­ce hum­bly­ I­ bow.

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, S­a­v­i­or­ di­v­i­n­e!

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!
Mo­­re &g­t;