The Altar
A broken Altar, Lord, your servant rears, Made of a heart, and cemented with tears: Whose parts are as your hand did frame; No workman's tool has touched the same. A Heart alone Is such a stone , As nothing but Your power does cut. Wherefore each part Of my hard heart Meets in this frame, To praise your Name; That, if I chance to hold my peace, These stones to praise you may not cease. O let your blessed S a c r i f i c e be mine, And sanctify this A l t a r to be thine.
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