When sin appeared to overwhelm
And wreak disaster
The Saviour deftly seized the helm,
And I rejoice to voyage with such a master.
Sin made me out of sorts and out of key
And death loomed like a gloomy cell
To harrow me;
His victory makes praises well,
Knowing that Christ now holds the master key.
If Satan seemed to gain the victory
Through power, despair, defeat and loss,
In love and weakness on the cross
The Lord of glory gained the mastery.
As His disciple needing to be taught
I need to hear the Master speak
And to be brought
To One so glorious and meek
That it is of Himself I'm taught.
As His apprentice I set out to piece
Pieces together in His way:
What poor increase!
Yet when my dust is cleared away
I shall stand by Him as His masterpiece.
How sweetly doth, "My Master sound, my Master", is the first line of The Odour 2 Cor 2: 15 by George Herbert.