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
MY WHITE ARCHANGEL.
December 1.
And there was war in heaven. Michael and his angels fought against the dragon. —Revelation 12:7.
ONLY two angels, Michael and Gabriel, are mentioned by
name before the Babylonian captivity. To the Bible student,
Michael is the most interesting of angels. Concerning him
we have much definite information. Who can read of his
"standing," his "contending," his "disputing," his "fighting,"
his "shouting" on behalf of the people of Cod, and not realize
that he is the champion angel of Israel, sustaining a solitary and
unique relationship to that nation, in defiance of all the world
powers arrayed against him. The title "archangel" applied to
Michael distinguishes him from the Lord Jesus, whom he shall
accompany in his second glorious advent. Whether Michael be
the only one of his particular rank cannot be certainly determined.
The word is never found plural in Scripture. There is but one
devil at the head of all demons. And these two mighty beings,
seemingly of equal rank, are to meet in command of their respective
armies in the great war of heaven. —Mrs. Geo. C. Needham.
The battle over, what joy amid the triumphant choirs ! What
sheathing of celestial swords, what massing of heavenly standards
! How the archangelic cohorts must have answered the soft
zephyrs of that higher Eden as on silvery pinions they swept
through the radiant masses to meet and escort the victor to his
place before the throne, casting one glance of regret, perhaps,
towards the vacant spot where erst resplendent Lucifer shone
amid his princely compeers! Not all the physical perfections
yet left to fallen humanity, were they centered in one being, could
compare with those of the first of the star-crowned seven. As,
however, in the performance of his Creator's behests, Michael
has shown himself to us a young man clotbed in full and radiant
panoply, so only can we bring him before our mental vision. But
even then we dare not raise our eyes to the splendor of that
heavenly armor, else we lose all power of future seeing.
-M.
Then I raised my eyes, and, shining
Where the moon 's first ray was bright,
Stood a winged angel-warrior
Clothed and panoplied in light;
So with heaven's love upon him,
Stern in calm and resolute will,
Looked St. Michael— does the picture
Hang in the old cloister still?
Threefold were the dreams of honor
That absorbed my heart and brain;
Threefold crowns the angel promised,
Each one to be bought by pain :
While he spoke a threefold blessing
Fell upon my soul like rain.
Helper of the poor and suffering;
Victor in a glorious strife;
Singer of a noble poem;
Such the honors of my life.
—Adelaide A. Proctor.
Thousand thousand warrior princes
In Thine angel army stand;
Flames the victor cross before them,
Grasped in Michael's dauntless hand.
Lord of angels, Christ, we pray Thee,
Bid them aid us in our strife,
Chase afar the hosts of evil,
Till we reach the land of life.
-Old Latin Hymn |
