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The Library of the World’s Best Literature. An Anthology in Thirty Volumes. 1917.

Horatius Bonar (1808–1889)

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 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; not 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!