The Altar (from the Temple)

A  broken  A L T A R,  Lord,  thy  servant  reares,
Made  of  a  heart, and  cemented  with  teares:
  Whose  parts  are  as  thy  hand did frame;
  No workmans tool hath touch’d  the same.
  A  H E A R T  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.
O  let  thy  blessed  S A C R I F I C E  be  mine,
And  sanctifie  this  A L T A R  to  be  thine.