Lyrics:

'Twas battered and scared and the auctioneer thought it
hardly worth his whileTo waste much time on the ol'
violin but he held it up with a smile'What am I offered
good folks?' he cried'Who will start the bidding for
me?A dollar, one dollar, two, only twoTwo dollars
who will make it threeThree dollars once three dollars
twice going for threeBut, no from the back of the room a
gray haired man came forwardAnd gently picked up the bow
And then wiping the dust from the ol' violin tuning
the loose strings, He played a melody as pure and sweet as
the caroling angel's singThe music stopped and the
auctioneer with a voice quiet and low said'Now what am I
bid for the ol' violin?' he held it up with the bowA
thousand dollars, who will make it twoTwo thousand who
will make it threeThree thousand once, Three thousand
twice and going going and gone.The people cheered, but
some of them cried,'We don't understand what changed
its worth?'Then someone replied, 'The touch of the
master's hand.'So many a man with life out of tune
much like the ol' violinBut the Master comes and a
change is broughtBy the touch of the Master's Hand by
the touch of the Master's Hand