Author: Henry Twells Hymnal: Praise for the Lord (Expanded Edition) #56 (1997) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 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 Savior 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 Savior 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 still has its ancient pow'r;
No word from Thee can fruitless fall:
Hear, in this solemn evening hour,
And in Thy mercy heal us all. Topics: Christians Dependence; Christians Humility; Confession of Sin; Jesus Deity & Character; Jesus Life & Ministry Scripture: Matthew 8:16 Languages: English Tune Title: EDEN
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