To behold the face of God in Heaven is the
noblest and happiest occupation of which His
creatures are capable. It is enough and more than
enough to satiate them with unspeakable delight
through all eternity. This is the essential joy of
the Holy Angels. Everywhere and at all times they
behold the face of God, and drink in continually
fresh draughts of love as they gaze on His infinite
perfections.
They also find unceasing satisfaction in falling
on their faces and adoring the Most High, as if,
thereby, to express their self-annihilation in the
presence of God. They forget themselves in God.
He is all in all to them. "Thou art worthy, O Lord,
to receive glory and honor and power, because
Thou hast created all things, and for Thy will they
were and have been created." Is God thus all in
all to me?
They also sing aloud: "Holy, Holy, Holy, Lord
God Almighty," and to this song melody their celestial
harmonies. This is to them of all songs the
sweetest, because to publish aloud the holiness of
God is the end of all rational creatures, and therefore
the source of all true happiness. There is always
a sweet music going up to the throne of God
from the beautiful harmony of the lives of His
saints, and from their adoration of His Infinite
Holiness. Do I love and adore the holiness of God,
and meditate on the contrast of my unholiness?