"Glory to God in the highest, On earth peace, good will toward men."
The angels sang "Glory to God in the highest, on earth peace, good will toward men." But I look around, and what do I see in the wide, wide world? I do not see God honored. I see the heathen bowing down before their idols; I note the Roman Catholic bowing before the rotten rags of his relics, and the ugly figures of his images. I look all about me and I see tyranny lording it over the bodies and souls of men; I see God forgotten; I see a worldly race of mankind pursuing money; I see a bloody race pursuing false gods; I see ambition riding like Nimrod over the land, God forgotten, His name dishonored. And was this what the angels sang about? Is this all that made them sing "Glory to God in the highest?" No! There are brighter days approaching. They sang, "Peace on earth." But I still hear the clear trumpet sound of war; and the cannon's horrid roar: they have not yet turned the sword into a plow, and the spear into a pruning-hook! War still reigns. Is this all that the angels sang about? And while I see wars to the ends of the earth, am I still to believe that this was all the angels expected? No, brethren; the angel's song is loaded with prophecy; it labors in birth with glories. A few more years, and he that lives them out will see why angels sang; a few more years, and He that will come, shall come, and will not delay.
