1. The Ineffable Angels 2. Angel Like He Sings 3. Angel Guardians 4. Angels Long to See 5. An Angel Chanting 6. Joan of Arc Saw Visions 7. Celestial Voices 8. Looked Lovingly on Me 9. Socrates Had and Angel 10. God or Angel Guest 11. Angels Recognize 12. "Angel Names I do not Ken." 13. Peace Crowned Angels 14. White Wings in Snowy Flight 15. Bowers of Paradise 16. The Angel Vision 17. Something of an Angel Light 18. Eyes Within 19. His Deeds His Angels Are 20. Shutting of Angel's Hands 21. To Tent and Croft 22. Falling of Angel Tears 23. With Inexpressive Notes 24. All Angels Cry Aloud 25. Young Eyed Cherubim 26. Angelic Agency 27. An Angel Touched Me 28. Thy Warm Allies 29. Covetless 30.Beckon Me Away 31. Royal Deputation

ANGEL LIKE HE SINGS.

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And the Angel of God said unto him: Take the flesh and the unleavened cakes, and lay
them upon this rock, and pour out the broth. And he did so.—Judges 6:20.

MAN ought to show to his guardian angel (1) Reverence for
his presence, by doing nothing in his presence which, were
the angel visible to his mortal eye, he would not dare to do. (2)
Devotion and affection for the angel's benevolence. The angel is to
be beloved, because presently he loves us more than parent or
friend, and guides towards heaven with a love that is inferior only
to that of Jesus Christ who died for us. (3) Unbounded confidence
in his protection. We can have no fear when such a guide
is by. He cannot be seduced. He cannot be overcome. The angels
are powerful, they are prudent, they are faithful. Why, then,
do we fear! Only let us cling to them, and we will ever remain
in God's protection. All their devotion to us, and all our indebtedness
to them, is sweetly told in that little hymn which we were
taught when children, and which we, in our turn, ought never to
fail to teach to little children: Dear angel, ever at my side,
How loving must thou be,To leave thy home in heaven to guide
An erring child like me !
                                                                    —St. Bernard.

Because I feel that in the heavens above,
The angels, whispering to one another,
Can find, among their burning terms of love,
None so devotional as that of "Mother,"
Therefore by that dear name I long have called you.
                                          —Edgar Allan Poe.

Since I am coining to that holy room
Where, with Thy choir of angels, for evermore
I shall be made Thy music, as I come
I time my instrument here at the door,
And what I must do Thee, think here before.
                                     —Rev. Dr. Donne.