Atonement

’Twas in the year when Judah’s Archon died
    That I beheld the Lord upon the tree,
Exalted, lifted up, and crucified,
    While seraphim were singing rev’rently
The Sanctus of the Holy Trinity,
    Which chanting made the very thresholds quake;
And I, with unclean lips, cried, “Woe to me!”
    As Jesus bled and did atonement make.
With tongs a seraph winged his flight to take
    the flesh of Him who died all-gloriously,
And touched it to my eager lips, and spake,
    “Take, eat; the body of the Lord for thee.”
“Amen! Amen!” with clean lips I replied,
And went down from the temple justified.

Andrew Richard, “Atonement”, Christian Culture, Issue 1, pg. 8