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THE MASTER'S TOUCH




In the still air
the music lies unheard;
In the rough marble beauty
hides unseen.
To make the music
and the beauty needs
The Masterís touch,
the Sculptorís chisel keen.


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.


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 imageó
Thou our God and Lord.

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LYRICS
Meter: 10 10 10 10
Writer(s):
    Trans/Adapted:
      Dates: 1919
      Bible Refs: Is 64:8;
      MUSIC
      Name: CONISBOROUGH
      Meter: 10 10 10 10
      Writer(s):
        Dates: 1919
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