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1. Angels Holy, Angels of Light | 2. Rolling Away the Stone |. 3. Appearance of the Angel | 4. The Angel of Sleep and the Angel of Death | 5. To the Realms of Endless Day | 6. Soothing Troubled Hearts | 7. Serving the Savior | 8. The Legend of St Catherine | 9. Angels Sexless | 10. Gathering the Elect | 11. The Knowledge of Angels | 12. Perpetual Youth | 13. The Apparition of the Angel | 14. Thy Prayer is Heard | 15. The Joyous Message | 16. The Sign of Angelic Ministry | 17. Gabriel, the Messenger of God | 18. They Serve on Earth and Sing in Heaven | 19. Embassador Extraordinary | 20. Gabriel's Symbol, the Lily | 21. The Visit to Mary | 22. A Comforting Assurance | 23. Sweetest Name in Seraph Song | 24. Guardian of Celestial Treasury | 25. Angels Pictured by Artists | 26. Angels in Sculpture | 27. The Archangel Gabriel | 28. The Mystic Rose | 29. The Prince of Peace | 30. Good Tidings of Geat Joy | 31. Gloria in Excelsis

THE JOYOUS MESSAGE.
July 15.
And the angel said: Thou shalt have joy and gladness; and many shall rejoice at His birth.—Luke 1:14.
UNTO those who had eyes to see and a soul to understand, the Nativity was attended by favorable omens in heaven above and on the earth beneath. The story is told in St. Luke's Gospel with a very delicate and lovely touch, and the atmosphere is one of great joy and spiritual expectation. The coming of Jesus was heralded and celebrated by songs which have passed into the praise of the Christian Church. They all sang who had to do with the Holy Child— the angels who escorted Him from the heavenly places and bore the message of the Divine good will ; Elizabeth, Zacharias, Simeon, and chiefly the Blessed Virgin, on whom the very crown of motherhood rested. —Rev. John Watson. D. D.
Still through the cloven skies they come With peaceful wings unfurled, And still their heavenly music floats 'er all the weary world ; Above its sad and lowly plains They bend on hovering wing; And ever o'er its Babel sounds, The blessed angels sing. And ye, beneath life's crushing load, Whose forms are bending low; Who toil along the climbing way With painful steps and slow,— Look now ! for glad and golden hours Come swiftly on the wing; Oh, rest beside the weary road, And hear the angels sing. —Edmund Hamilton Sears.
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