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The Master's Hand

Heinrich Suso

Phil. i.21

|To me to live is Christ,| and yet the days

Are days of toiling men;

We rise at morn, and tread the beaten ways,

And lay us down again.

How is it that this base, unsightly life

Can yet be Christ alone?

Our common need, and weariness, and strife,

While common days wear on?

Then saw I how before a Master wise

A shapeless stone was set;

He said, |Therein a form of beauty lies

Though none behold it yet.|

|When all beside it shall be hewn away,

That glorious shape shall stand,

In beauty of the everlasting day,

Of the unsullied land.|

Thus is it with the homely life around,

There hidden, Christ abides;

Still by the single eye for ever found

That seeketh none besides.

When hewn and shaped till self no more is found,

Self, ended at Thy Cross;

The precious freed from all the vile around,

No gain, but blessed loss,

Then Christ alone remains -- the former things

For ever passed away;

And unto Him the heart in gladness sings

All through the weary day.

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