The Potter and the Clay

As clay within the pot­ter’s hand

Responsive to his will

So let us be

and in us

Lord

Thy pur­pos­es ful­fill;

Made will­ing in Thy day of pow­er

Each rest­less spir­it still.

Lord

make this place Thy pot­ter’s house

Where Thou shalt have Thy way

To mold and fa­shion as Thou wilt

Upon Thy wheel to­day;

Cleansing from sin’s im­pur­ity

Make pli­ant as the clay.

Thou hast a pur­pose in each life

Thou hast Thine own great plan;

Thou seest pos­si­bi­li­ties

Unseen by us in man;

And where man says

Im­pos­si­ble

Thy love has said

I can.

Dear Lord

too oft we’ve hin­dered Thee

And would not pas­sive lie

And let Thee work Thy work in us

Thy name to glo­ri­fy;

Now with de­sire Thy will be done

Our long­ing spir­its cry.