I HAVE learned a beautiful secret,
I know not how nor where -
But I know it is sweet and precious,
And true, and glad, and fair ;
And that God in heaven reveals it
To all that have ears to hear.

And I know that ere I learned it,
My way was weary and hard ;
And somewhere in life's music
There was always that which jarred -
A hidden and dreary discord,
That all its sweetness marred.

But my harp of life was lifted
By One who knew the range
Of its many strings - for He made it,
And He struck a keynote strange ;
And beneath the touch of the Master
I heard the music change.

No longer it failed and faltered ;
No longer sobbed and strove ;
But it seemed to soar and mingle
With the song of heaven above ;
For the pierced hand of the Master
Had struck the keynote - Love.

Thy heart's long-prisoned music
Let the Master's hand set free !
Let Him whisper His beautiful secret
To thee, as He hath to me :
"My Love is the Golden Keynote
Of all My will for thee."