| The Every Day of Life |
Chapter 7 |
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Every human life in its un-renewed state is such a harp, with broken strings, tarnished by sin. It is capable of giving forth music marvelously rich and beautiful. But first it must be restored, its strings reset; and the only one who can do this is the Maker of the harp, the Lord Jesus Christ. Only he can bring the jangled chords of our life into tune so that when played upon they shall give forth, rich music. We must, therefore, surrender our hearts to him that he may repair and restore them. Then we shall be able to make music, not in our individual lives only, but in whatsoever relations our lot may cast, and in whatsoever circumstances it may fall to us to dwell.
“Learn thou the noble lesson, O my soul,
To find in life’s grand symphony thy part;
And seek the soul-harps in a darkened land
To lay beneath the Master’s skillful hand.
For myriad souls there are, on distant shore,
O’er which the dust of sin has settled deep;
Ah! Could the tender Christ but brush away.
And o’er the slumbering tones his fingers sweep,
A world would pause to catch the echoing chord
Of music wakened ‘neath the touch of God.”
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