LYRICS
| Meter: | 10 10 10 10
| | Writer(s): | Horatius Bonar
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| | Dates: | 1919
| | Bible Refs: | Is 64:8
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| 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.
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