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The Altar.
![illustration](https://iiif.lib.virginia.edu/iiif/uva-lib:464465/full/!1600,1600/0/default.jpg")
Made of a heart, and cemented with tears,
Whose parts are as thy hand did frame;
No workmans 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.
O let thy blessed Sacrifice be mine
And sanctifie this Altar to be thine.
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