,
No wish that centres not above!

4 And since we must be parted here,
Support us when the hour shall come;
Dry gently Thou the mourner's tear,
Rejoin us in our heavenly home.

508. C. M. Anonymous.

Family Evening Worship.

1 Now from the altar of our hearts
Let warmest thanks arise;
Assist us, Lord, to offer up
Our evening sacrifice.

2 This day our God has been our sun,
Our keeper and our guide,
His arm around our weakness thrown,
His angels at our side.

3 Moments and mercies multiplied
Have made up all the day;
Moments came fast, but mercies were
More swift and free than they.

4 New hours, new blessings, and new joys,
Do a new song require;
Till we can praise Thee as we should,
Accept our hearts' desire!

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 ris