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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

FAR AS ANGEL'S KEN.
December 7.
And there followed another angel saying: Babylon is fallen, is fallen, that great city. —Revelation 14:8.
CORPOREAL matter is not the proper cause of action; nor does any philosophy prove that anything that is merely body can move itself. So that the angelic essence, being tree from any material mixture, is also free from all clogs and encumbrances. It is all pure action, and so must needs exert itself at a higher rate of force than any of those bodily agents that we see and converse with. Neither do the angels move by certain periods and steps of progression, as we are fain to do ; but they measure the vastest spaces in the twinkling of an eye, in a moment, in a portion of time so shore that it falls under no mortal perception of observation. And for this cause were the cherubim in the tabernacle painted with wings, the best way that we have of expressing their great agility; though the swiftness of an arrow is no more to be compared to the speed of an angel than the motion of a snail can be compared to that of the arrow. -R. South, D. D.
And when the angel shadow Rests his feet on wave and shore, And our eyes grow dim with weeping, And our hearts faint at the oar, Happy is he who heareth The angel of his release In the bells of the Holy City, The chimes of eternal peace. —Anonymous. Fit words and music come to birth; There soars an angel to the skies, There walks a Presence on the earth. — Sir Lewis Morris.
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