The poem
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.
I REALLY LIKE THIS POEM. I WAS DISAPPIONTED TO SEE THAT IT IS NOT IN THE SHAPE OF A ALTAR LIKE GEORGE HERBERT WROTE IT IN. HE WAS A VERY CREATIVE AND GIFTED MAN....AND HE WAS HOT!