We are the clay, You are the potter; we are all the work of Your hand.@Isaiah 64:8
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Horatius Bonar (1808-1889)

Horatius Bonar, Hymns of Faith and Hope (2nd series) (London: James Nisbet and Company, 1861).

Conisborough Wilfrid E. Sanderson, 1919 (🔊 pdf nwc).

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 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 image—Thou our God and Lord.