SONG OF THE ANGELS. American. We have come from the heaven of heavens, to see A deep and wonderful mystery : A human soul! That will live while endless ages roll. A ray divine, Whose beam will shine For ever in that region bright, Where sits enthroned the God of Light. In love and reverence we bow; An image of our God we find. Here we wait-and would behold There sweetly on its mother's breast She watches with o'erflowing love. Clothed with light at God's right hand. While thro' life he journeying goes, He will meet with countless foes: While demons, clad like saints of light, His crown may crumble into dust; Be blighted by the breath of sin. Mortal mother! guard him well, Point above, And before his Father there He thus may conquer every foe: This truth impart ; Then fearless, in the eye of God, Bid him walk on his heavenward road. CONTENTS. V. The Soul leaves the Body at Death VI. "Seeing Him who is Invisible " VII. "Let not your Heart be troubled" 89 103 111 117 132 141 154 163 264 269 280 291 |