The cherubim bless the image of the Throne-Chariot above the firmament, and they praise the majesty of the fiery firmament beneath the seat of his glory.
And between the turning wheels, angels of holiness come and go, as it were a fiery vision of most holy spirits ; and about them flow seeming rivulets of fire, like gleaming bronze, a radiance of many gorgeous colors, of marvelous pigments magnificiently mingled.
The Spirits of the Living God move perpetually with the glory of the
wonderful Chariot. The small voice of blessing accompanies the tumult as
they depart, and on the path of their return they worship the Holy One,
Ascending they rise marvelously ; settling, they stay still. The sound
of joyful praise is
silenced and there is a small voice of blessing in all the camp of
God.
And a voice of praise resounds from the midsts of all their divisions in worship. And each one in his place, all their numbered ones sing hymns of praise.