The Altar

A broken ALTAR, Lord, thy servant rears,
Made of a heart and cemented with tears;
   Whose parts are as thy hand did frame;
   No workman's tool hath touched the same.
             A HEART alone
             Is such a stone,
             As nothing but
             Thy power doth cut.
             Wherefore each part
             Of my hard heart
             Meets in this frame
             To praise thy name.
     That if I chance to hold my peace,
     These stones to praise thee may not cease.
Oh, let thy blessed SACRIFICE be mine,
And sanctify this ALTAR to be thine.