O You, O Great Potter

(O You, O great Potter I am like the clay between Your hands Come, create in me a new vessel That is pleasing before Your eyes) x2

(I give myself to You freely To Your fingers that fashion me I will not grieve, nor relent I long for You to work in me) x2

(I come to You with all my vices I trust in Your grace and hand My heart now, I devote to You Not to my despair, nor my past) x2