| 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 | 5 |
| Is such a stone, | |
| As nothing but | |
| Thy pow'r doth cut. | |
| Wherefore each part | |
| Of my hard heart | 10 |
| 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, | 15 |
| And sanctify this ALTAR to be thine. |