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?