The following is the closing hymn this morning from Terry's sermon (along with the history) - I love the words, how inspiring!
Adelaide A. 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, 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!
Whter 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.
“Adelaide,” George C. Stebbins, Northfield Hymnal with Alexander’s Supplement, 1907.
Isaiah 64:8 But now, O LORD, You are our Father; We are the clay, and You our potter; And all we are the work of Your hand.
3 comments:
Good hymn! My favorite is when the sing it in the Baptist church. They have that sloping aisle encouraging you to go forward and get yourself saved...
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That's one of my favorite hymns, Joy. Thanks for havin it stuck in my head all day! (:
I sware I don't remember singing that one.
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