HORATIUS BONAR

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 musi¢ 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 as Thou wilt !

Let there be naught unfinished, broken, marred;

Complete Thy purpose, that we may become

pias perfect image—Thou our God and Lord!

Horatius BONAR.