Scripture Verse

We are the clay, You are the potter; we are all the work of Your hand. Isaiah 64:8


Horatius Bonar (1808–1889)

Words: Ho­ra­ti­us Bo­nar, Hymns of Faith and Hope, sec­ond ser­ies (Lon­don: James Nis­bet, 1861), page 234.

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

Wilfred E. Sanderson (1878–1935)


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, 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, O our God and Lord.