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 day
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”
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 day
Cleansing from sin’s impurity
Make pliant as the day
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
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 day
Cleansing from sin’s impurity
Make pliant as the day