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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