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
SUCCOR US, WHO SUCCOR WANT.
December 10.
And another angel came out of the temple which is in heaven, he also having a short
sickle. And another angel came out from the altar, which had power over fire. —Revelation 14:17, 19.
TAKE the reach of an angel's mind, but at the same time take
the seraphic fervor of an angel's benevolence along with it;
how from the eminence on which he stands he may have an eye
upon many worlds, and a remembrance of the origin and the successive
concerns of every one of them ; how he may feel the full
force of a most affecting relationship of one common Father ; and
though it be both the effect and the evidence of our depravity, that
we cannot sympathize with these pure and generous ardors of a
celestial spirit, how it may consist with the lofty comprehension
and the ever-breathing love of an angel, that he can both shoot
his benevolence abroad over a mighty expanse of suns and systems,
and lavish a flood of tenderness on each individual of their
teeming population. —Dr. Chalmers.
Her angel's face,
As the great eye of heaven, shyned bright,
And made a sunshine in the shady place.
—Edmund Spenser.
Was't for the helmed and crowned
That suns were stayed at noonday? Stormy seas
As a rill parted? Mailed archangels sent
To wither up the strength of kings with death?
I tell you if those marvels have been done,
'Twas for the wearied and the oppressed of men;
They needed such.
---Geo. McDonald.
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