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.