Revival Hymns ‎#52

52. 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!

Refrain:
Thy touch hath still its ancient pow'r,
No word from Thee can fruitless fall;
O in this solemn evening hour,
Do Thou in mercy heal us all.

2 Once more ’tis eventide, and we,
Oppressed with various ills, draw near;
What if Thyself we cannot see?
We know that Thou art ever near. [Refrain]

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. [Refrain]

4 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. [Refrain]

5 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. [Refrain]

Text Information

• First Line: At even, ere the sun was set
• Author: Henry Twills
• Refrain First Line: Thy touch hath still its ancient pow'r
• Publication Date: 1905

Tune Information

• Name: [At even, ere the sun was set]
• Composer: D. B. Towner