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<h2>HAVE THINE OWN WAY, LORD</h2>
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<p align="center"><h3>“We are the clay, You are the Potter; we are all the work of Your hand.” Isaiah 64:8</h3></p>
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<center><b>Hymns Supplied Through the Gracious Generosity<br>of the </b><a href="http://www.hymntime.com/tch/" target = "_blank"><b>Cyber Hymnal Website</b></a><br><br><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/cyberhymnal_info.html" target = "_blank">Information about Cyber Hymnal Website</a></center>
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<p><img src="./hymns/hymns_img/img_s_t_stebbins_gc.jpg" alt="George Coles Stebbins (1846-1945)" align="right" hspace="15" vspace="5" width="138" height="205.333333333333"><em>Words:</em> <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_p_o_pollard_aa.html" target="_blank">Adelaide Addison Pollard</a>, 1907. Pollard was convinced the Lord wanted her in Africa as a missionary. She tried to raise funds to go, but was unsuccessful. It was in this uncertain state of mind that she attended a prayer meeting. There, she heard an elderly woman pray, “It’s all right,
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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.
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<p><em>Music:</em> “Adelaide,” <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_s_t_stebbins_gc.html" target="_blank">George Coles Stebbins</a>, <em>Northfield Hymnal with Alexander’s Supplement</em>, 1907 </p><p><table><tr><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_mid/mid_a_adelaide.mid" target = "_blank"><img border=0 src="./hymns/hymns_img/notes.gif"><br><b>Play MIDI</b></a></td><td> </td><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/score_info.html" target = "_blank"><b>Link to obtain<br>musical score info</b></a></td></tr></table></p>
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<p>Have Thine own way, Lord! Have Thine own way!<br>
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Thou art the Potter, I am the clay.<br>
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Mold me and make me after Thy will,<br>
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While I am waiting, yielded and still.</p>
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<p>Have Thine own way, Lord! Have Thine own way!<br>
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Search me and try me, Master, today!<br>
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Whiter than snow, Lord, wash me just now,<br>
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As in Thy presence humbly I bow.</p>
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<p>Have Thine own way, Lord! Have Thine own way!<br>
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Wounded and weary, help me, I pray!<br>
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Power, all power, surely is Thine!<br>
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Touch me and heal me, Savior divine.</p>
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<p>Have Thine own way, Lord! Have Thine own way!<br>
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Hold o’er my being absolute sway!<br>
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Fill with Thy Spirit ’till all shall see<br>
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Christ only, always, living in me.</p>
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