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
LOFTY MINSTRELSY.
December 5.
And the angels sang, as it were, a new song before the throne; and no man could
learn that song but the hundred and forty and four thousand, which were redeemed from
the earth.—Revelation 14:3.
THE philosophy of Pythagoras talked about the music of the
spheres, and it was a truly beautiful dream which turned
the stars into musical chords, of which the strains could be caught
and understood only by gifted souls. Tbe fact is amplified where
we read of the unfallen and the redeemed joining together in
the praises of creative and saving love. Happy are they whose
ears are attuned to that lofty minstrelsy, and whose hearts respond
to the hallowed sentiments which the songs of angels and
of the just made perfect are intended to express. The soulharmony
of the world above us is double harmony ; here below,
indeed, there is rich music produced by Christian friendship
and holy love ; but the songs are always broken, the antiphones
are never perfect. We must wait till we enter the choir which
St. John describes, before we can attain to uninterrupted and
eternal concord. —Anonymous.
He listened to the song,
And hardly breathed or stirred,
Until he saw as in a vision
The land Elysian,
And in the heavenly city heard
Angelic feet
Fall on the golden flagging of the street.
—Longfellow.
Every voice is there harmonious,
Praising God in hymns euphonious;
Love each heart with light unfolding,
As they stand in peace beholding:
Sweetest strains from soft harps stealing;
Trumpet notes of triumph pealing;
Radiant wings and white stoles gleaming,
Up the steps of glory streaming;
Where the heavenly bells are ringing:
Holy ! Holy ! Holy ! singing
To the mighty Trinity! —Thomas & Kempis.
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