The Master's Hand

'Twas battered and scarred, and the auctioneer
Thought it scarcely worth his while

To spend much time on the old violin

But he held it up with a smile

"What am I bidden for this?" he cried


"Who'll start the bidding for me?"

A dollar...one dollar; then two...only two:

Two dollars are bidden; say three.

"Three dollars once: Three dollars twice:


Going for three!" But lo!

From the back of the crowd a grey-haired man

Came forward and picked up the bow

Then, wiping the dust from the old violin


And tight'ning the loosened strings

He played a melody passing sweet

The kind that haunts and clings

The music ceased, and the auctioneer


With a voice that was soft and low

Said,"Now what is bid for the old violin?"

And he held it up with the bow.

"A thousand dollars: Who'll make it two?"


Two...two thousand; say three!

Three thousand once, three thousand twice,

Three thousand.....gone!" said he

The people cheered, but some exclaimed


"We do not quite understand.....

What changed it's worth?" and the answer came:

" ' Twas the touch of the master's hand."

And many a man with soul out of tune


And battered and scarred by sin

Is auctioned cheap by the thoughtless crowd

Just like the old violin

But the Master comes, and the foolish crowd


Never can quite understand

The worth of a soul, and the change that is wrought

By the touch of the master's hand

O Master! I am the tuneless one


Lay, lay Thy hand on me

Transform me now, put a song in my heart

Of melody, Lord, to Thee !

 

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