THE MASTER'S TOUCH by Horatius Bonar

International Tract and Missionary Society · Oakland, California · Jul 1, 1889

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 15, No. 25.

THE MASTER'S TOUCH.

By Horatius Bonar

In the still air the music lies unheard; In the rough marble beauty lies unseen; To make the music and the beauty needs The master's touch, the sculptor's chisel keen. Great Master, touch us with thy skillful hand; Let not the music that is in us die. Great Sculptor, hew and polish us; nor let, Hidden and lost, thy form within us lie. Spare not the stroke! do with us as thou wilt! Let there be naught unfinished, broken, marred; Complete thy purpose, that we may become Thy perfect image, thou our God and Lord. —Horatius Bonar.