78. 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
Title: At Even, When the Sun was Set
Author: Henry Twells (1868, st. 1, line 1, alt.)
Publication Date: 1970
Meter: L.M.
Topic: Assurance and Trust; Evening Hymns; Worship of God
Language: English
Tune Information
Name: ANGELUS
Meter: L.M.
Key: E♭ Major
Source: Heilige Seelenlust, Breslau, 1657



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