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1. My White Archangel | 2. War in Angel-Land | 3. Good Angels Conquer | 4. Sweet than a Mother's Song | 5. Lofty Minstrelsy | 6. Flying in Midair | 7. Far as Angel's Ken | 8. Music, the Speech of Angels | 9. Silver Bowers Leave | 10. Succor us, who Succor Want | 11. Angel Reaper's Choice | 12. Whose Faces See God | 13. Holy Placid Harp Tones | 14. Many an Angel Tent | 15. White and Serried Ranks | 16. Telling of their Father's Shelter | 17. Ideal in their Ministry | 18. Excel in Loving | 19. With their Lightning Swords | 20. Soother to every Joy | 21. Cynosure of all Eyes | 22. My Little Playmates Bright | 23. Happy Making Sight with God | 24. Angels All Adore Him | 25. Feast of Love | 26. Transcending our Wonted Themes | 27. The Holy Jerusalem | 28. Angels to Beckon Me | 29. Divine Creatures | 30. Angel-worship Forbidden | 31. Till Morning's Joy

ANGELS TO BECKON ME.
December 28.
And had a wall great and high, and had twelve gates, and at the gates twelve angels; and he measured the wall thereof according to the measure of the man—that is, of the angel.—Revelation 21:12,17.
THE blessedness of angels does not consist in the endowments of their nature— that they are great in power, light, knowledge and wisdom ; for notwithstanding these things, many of them became devils. But the excellency and blessedness of the angelic state consists in these two things: (1) That they are disposed and able constantly, inseparably, universally, uninterruptedly, to cleave unto God in love. And as they do so unto God, so do they unto the person of Christ; (2) add hereunto that gracious reflex sense which they have of the glory, dignity, eternal sweetness and satisfaction which arise therefrom, and we have the sum of angelic blessedness. . —T. Owen, D. D.
When angel hands have gathered The first ripe fruit for Thee, Father, Son, and Spirit, Most holy Trinity. —Ada C. Cross.
Daily, daily sing the praises Of the city God hath made; In the angel fields of Eden Its foundation stones are laid. From the throne a river issues, Clear as crystal, passing bright, And it traverses the city Like a seraph beam of light. There the wind is sweetly fragrant. And is laden with the song Of the seraphs and the angels And the great redeemed throng. Oh, I would my ears were open Here to catch that happy strain! Oh, I would my eyes some vision Of that Eden could attain! —S. Baring-Gould. | |