George Herbert

(3 April 1593 – 1 March 1633 / Montgomery, Wales)

The Altar

Poem by George Herbert

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.


Comments about The Altar by George Herbert

  • James (7/13/2018 7:52:00 AM)

    Im an ALTAR who believes The son of God.(Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 1, 2004