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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.
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