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
SOOTHER TO EVERY JOY.
December 20.
And the fifth angel—and the sixth angel—and the seventh angel poured out his vial
into the air; and there came a great voice out of the temple of heaven, from the throne,
saying: It is done.—Revelation 16:17.
AND what shall we say of the descending angels, who come
from God to us ? Come they empty-handed or without a
blessing? Nay; by God's appointment "they succor and defend
us upon earth." We believe that they are often invisibly employed
to shield the true Christian from bodily harm, or to make
some disposition in Nature or in Providence by which he may be
assisted or extricated from difficulties. We believe that the angels
camp about every child of God and have charge of him to keep
him in all his ways. —Dean Gouldburn.
I believe no soul is left to wing its viewless flight to Paradise
in solitude. I believe the "Gloria in Excelsis" of the shining
host of God welcomes the disembodied spirit upon the confines of
the new world. I remember hearing once of a little dying child
shrinking timidly from the idea of going alone; but just before
the end there was a spirit of sublime confidence, a supernatural
opening of vision, a recognition of some companioaship, and the
little one cried out: "I am not afraid; they are all here." They
were the angels ; I believe the rustle of their wings is around you
as you kneel to offer the commendatory prayer.
—Archdeacon Basil Wilberforce.
Till it seemed that an angel had brightened the sod
And brought to each bosom a message from God.
—Mrs. Welby.
Dear angel ! ever at my side,
How loving must thou be
To leave thy home in heaven to guard
A little child like me.
Then love me, love me, angel dear!
And I will love thee more;
And help me when my soul is east
Upon the eternal shore.
—Frederick Wm. Faber,
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