509. L. M. S. S. Cutting. Family Hymn. Evening. 1 Father, we bless the gentle care That watches o'er us day by day, That guards us from the tempter's snare, And guides us in the heavenward way:-- We bless Thee for the tender love That mingles all our hearts in one,-- The music of the soul;--above 'Tis purer spirits' unison. 2 Father, 'tis evening's solemn hour, And cast we now our cares on Thee; Darkly the storm may round us lower, Peace is within,--Christ makes us free;-- And when life's toil and joy are o'er, And evening gathers on its sky, Our circle broke,--we sing no more,-- O, may we meet and sing on high. 510. L. M. Moore. The Spirit of God Moved Upon the Waters. 1 Like morning, when her early breeze Breaks up the surface of the seas, That, in their furrows, dark with night, Her hand may sow the seeds of light; 2 Thy grace can send its breathings o'er The spirit, dark and lost before; And freshening all its depths, prepare For truth divine to enter there! 3 Till David touched his sacred lyre, In silence lay the unbreathing wire, But when he swept its chords along, E'en angels stooped to hear the song. 4 So sleeps the soul, till Thou, O Lord, Shall deign to touch its lifeless chord; Till, waked by Thee, its breath shall rise In music worthy of the skies. 511. 8, 7 & 4s. M. Anonymous. Calls of the Spirit. 1 Brother, will you slight the message Sent in mercy from above? Every sentence, O how tender, Every line how full of love! Heavenly accents Full of strength and peace and love! 2 Tempted souls, they bring you succor; Fearful hearts, they quell your fears; And with deepest consolation Chase away the falling tears; Tender heralds, Blessed he their word who hears! 3 Holy angels, hovering round us! Waiting spirits! speed your way, Hasten to the court of heaven, Tidings bear without delay, That our spirits Glad the message will obey. 512. L. M. Anonymous. In Spiritual Deadness. 1 O Thou, who all things dost control, Chase this dead slumber from my soul! With reverent joy, with loving awe, Give me to keep Thy perfect law. 2 O, let a ray from Thy pure light Pierce through the gathering shades of night! Touch my cold breast with heavenly fire, And holy conquering faith inspire. 3 This deadly slumber when I feel Afresh upon my spirit steal, Then, Lord, descend with quickening power, And wake me, that I sleep no more!