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 touch'd the same.
                        A   HEART   alone
                        Is   such   a   stone,
                        As     nothing     but
                        Thy pow'r 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.