You've heard about the master's touch upon the old violin
How He made sweet music come from the dust and dirt within
When the Saviour called my name to come and walk with Him
He did to me what the master's touch did to the old violin

What started out as rubbish unwanted and unclaimed
When tuned and cleaned and polished had no more need of shame
For as the master handled it with love and skill and care
He drew out like precious jewels the sounds of beauty there

Submit and yield to our Master's touch for only He can know
How to make life a symphony for violin and bow
Let Him play upon your life like sounds of an Angel's band
On an instrument of beauty fit for the Master's hand

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