336. At even, when the sun was set

1 At even, when the sun was set,
The sick, O Lord, around thee lay;
O in what divers 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 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.

5 O Saviour Christ, thou too art man,
Thou hast been troubled, tempted, tried;
Thy kind but searching glance can scan
The very wounds that shame would hide.

6 Thy touch has still its ancient pow'r;
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, when the sun was set
Author: Henry Twells (1868; st. 1, line 1. alt.)
Meter: L. M.
Language: English
Publication Date: 1961
Scripture: ;
Topic: Christ: Compassion of; Christ: Humanity of; Christ: Life, Ministry and Obedience of (3 more...)
Tune Information
Name: ANGELUS
Meter: L. M.
Key: E♭ Major
Source: Heilige Seelenlust, Breslau, 1657



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