The Master

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Pacific Press Publishing Association · Mountain View, California, U.S.A. · Oct 28, 1930

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 57, No. 42.

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The Master

EUGENE ROWELL
The novice with a harsh-toned violin, Whereon his tuneless fingers could but make Crude noise, said to the master, “Take, And make sweet music where I rouse such din.”
The master smiled, and took the instrument, With power and sweetness touched it as he played, And that dull wood his every wish obeyed, And gave forth music as if heaven had sent.
Just so this all-imperfect life of mine, On which I make but discord, yielded still Unto my Lord and Saviour’s loving will, Shall answer with sweet sound His touch divine.