Poem November 23, 1940 Issue

Atonement

PETER J. HENNIKER HEATON

HERE lay we down, O Father, every burden;
In sin destroyed we find Thy perfect pardon.
With chastened hearts we wait Thy holy will
And drain the cup Thy tender love doth fill.

We may not stint, nor save, nor spare,
Who would be Thine—this life we learn of Thee.

In hearing and obeying, in watching and in praying,
We serve Thee constantly.

To realms of light our thought ascends;
The veil is rent, the stone is rolled away.

The peace and joy of Spirit our open hearts inherit,
For we are Thine this day.

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