233. At even ere the sun was set

1 At even ere the sun was set,
The sick, O Lord, around Thee lay;
O, with how many pains they met!
O, with what joy they went away!

2 Once more ’tis eventide, and we,
Oppressed with various ills, draw near;
What if Thy form we cannot see?
We know and feel that Thou art here.

3 O Saviour Christ, our woes dispel;
For some are sick, and some are sad,
And some have never loved Thee well;
And some have lost the love they had;

4 And some are pressed with worldly care;
And some are tried with sinful doubt;
And some such grievous passions tear,
That only Thou canst cast them out.

5 And none, O Lord, have perfect rest,
For none are wholly free from sin;
And they who fain would serve Thee best
Are conscious most of wrong within.

6 O Saviour Christ, Thou too art Man;
Thou has been troubled, tempted, tried;
Thy kind but searching glance can scan
The very wounds that shame would hide;

7 Thy touch has still its ancient power;
No word from Thee can fruitless fall;
Hear, in this solemn evening hour,
And in Thy mercy heal us all.

Amen.

Text Information
First Line: At even ere the sun was set
Author: Henry Twells (1868)
Meter: L. M.
Language: English
Publication Date: 1917
Topic: The Church: Home and Inner Missions
Tune Information
Name: ANGELUS
Composer: Georg Joseph (1657)
Meter: L. M.
Key: E♭ Major
Source: Adapted in Cantica Spiritualia, 1847; Revised in Hymns Ancient and Modern, 1904



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