4 acessos
A broken altar, Lord
The servant reares made of heart
And cemented with tears
Whose parts are as the hand did frame
A heart alone is such a stone
No workmans tool hath touch'd the same
That if i chence to chold my peace these stones
To praise the may not cease
As nothing but the pow'r dot cut
Wherefore each part of my hard heart
Meets in this frame to praise the name