SPURGEON
��are, or not, as many races of created beings as we know there are created men on earth.
We can not tell but that in the boundless regions of space there are worlds inhabited by- beings infinitely superior to us; but certain it is, there were the holy angels, and they loved our Savior; they stood day and night with wings outstretched, waiting for his commands, hearkening to the voice of his word; and when he bade them fly there was love in their counte- nance and joy in their hearts.
They loved to serve him, and it is not all fiction that when there was war in heaven, and when God cast out the devil and his legions, then the elect angels showed their love to him, being valiant in fight and strong in power. He wanted not our love to make him happy; he was rich enough in love without us.
What! was it true that he whose crown was all bedight with stars would lay that crown aside ? What ! was it certain that he about whose shoulders was cast the purple of the universe would become a man dressed in a peasant's gar- ment? Could it be true that he who was ever- lasting and immortal would one day be nailed to a cross? Oh, how their wonderment in- creased! They desired to look into it, And when he descended from on high they followed him; for Jesus was "seen of angels," and seen in a special sense, for they looked upon him in rapturous amazement, wondering what it all could mean. "He for our sakes became poor." 123
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