George Herbert — 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 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.