1. In the still air the music lies unheard;
In the rough marble beauty hides unseen.
To make the music and the beauty needs
The Master’s touch, the Sculptor’s chisel keen.
2. Great Master, touch us with Thy skillful hands;
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.
3. Spare not the stroke; do with us what Thou wilt;
Let there be naught unfinished, broken, marred;
Complete Thy purpose that we may become
Thy perfect image—Thou our God and Lord.
Source: The Cyber Hymnal #4179
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|The Cyber Hymnal #4179||The Master's Touch||In the still air the music lies unheard||CONISBOROUGH||Horatius Bonar, 1808-1889||10.10 D|