How white and still she lay on the pretty French bed, with its volumes of lace brooding over her like the clouds in which we imagine Seraphs to be sleeping!
"Wives and Widows; or The Broken Life"
Ann S. Stephens
There he lived-esteemed, beloved, respected and admired until the 19th of June 1794 when the angel of death liberated his immortal spirit from its clay prison-Seraphs conducted his soul to realms of bliss there to enjoy the reward of a life well spent.
"Sages and Heroes of the American Revolution"
L. Carroll Judson
Then came the inspiration for the hymn: Go, messenger of love, and bear Upon thy gentle wing The song which Seraphs love to hear, The angels joy to sing.
"The Story of Our Hymns"
Ernest Edwin Ryden