It was battered and scarred

and the auctioneer thought it was scarcely

worth is while to waste to much time

on the Old Violin

but he held it up with a smile.


"What am I bid Goodfolks?" he cried.

"Who'll start the bidding for me?"

It was "a dollar...a dollar...then two." Only two.

"Two dollars and who'll make it three?"

"Three dollars once - three dollars twice -

And going for three"

But No!

From the room far back,

a gray-haired man came foward

and picked up the bow.

And wiping the dirt from that

Old Violin...

and tightening the loosened strings...

You know, He played a melody pure and sweet

as the carillon angels sing.


Well, the music stopped,

and the auctioneer in a voice that

was quiet and low...

said: "What am I bid for the Old Violin?" and

He held it up with the bow.

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

"Two thousand! Who'll make it three?"

It was three thousand once...

"three thousand twice...

and going for three!" said he.


Well, the people stared...

But some of them cried:

"We do not quite understand!"

"What changed it's worth?"

Swift came the reply...

"It was the Touch of the Master's Hand."




Many a man with his life out of tune

Battered and scared with sin

Is auctioned cheap to the

thoughtless crowd

much like the Old Violin.


A mess of pottage, a glass of wine,

Its a game and he travels on.

He's going once. He's going twice...

He's going and almost gone.

But the Master comes...

and the foolish crowd

can never quite understand

the worth of a soul

or the change that's wrought

By the Touch of the Master's Hand.



"Unknown"







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