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
THE HOLY JERUSALEM.
December 27.
And there came unto me one of the seven angels, and talked with me, saving: Come
hither, and I will show thee the pride, the Lamb's wife. And he showed me that great
city, the holy Jerusalem, having the glory of God.—Revelation 21:9.
THE more one lives for immortality the more immortal things
he assimilates into his spiritual substance, the more confirming
tokens of a deathless inheritance his faith finds. He hecomes
conscious of his own eternity. When hallowed imagination
weighs anchor and spreads sail to coast the dim shores of the
other world it hears cheerful voices of welcome from the headlands,
and discerns beacons burning in the port. When in earnest
communion with ourselves, solemn meditations of God, mysterious
influences shed from unseen spheres fall on our souls, and
many a "strange thought, transcending our wonted themes, into
glory peeps." A vague constraining sense of invisible beings,
by whom we are engirt, fills us. We blindly feel that our rank
and destination are with them. Left but one thin veil, we think,
and the occult Universe of Spirit would break to vision with
cloudy crowds of angels. —William R. Alger.
Mortals, behold! the very angels quit
Their mansions unsusceptible of change,
Amid your dangerous bowers to sit
And through your sharp vicissitudes to range.
—Anonymous.
And dear to angels, is his prayer
For sweet fragrance' sake
Of loving deeds.
—Keble.
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