14. At even, ere the sun was set

1 At even, ere the sun was set,
The sick, O Lord, around Thee lay;
Oh, in what divers pains they met!
Oh, 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 have found the world is vain,
Yet from the world they break not free,
And some have friends that give them pain,
Yet have not sought a friend in Thee.

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

6 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.

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: H. Twells (1868)
Meter: L.M.
Language: English
Publication Date: 1894
Topic: Daily Prayer: Evening; Hospitals; Parochial Missions
Tune Information
Name: ANGELUS
Composer: J. Scheffler
Meter: L.M.
Key: E♭ Major



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