1 At even, ere 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 some have found the world is vain,
yet from the world they break not free;
and some have friends who 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 serve 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.
|First Line:||At even, ere the sun was set|
|Author:||Henry Twells (1823-1900)|
|Scripture:||Mark 1:32-34; Hebrews 2:17-18; Revelation 2:4|
|Topic:||Evening; Family and Friends; Healing(5 more...)|
|Harmonizer:||William Henry Monk (1823-1889)|
|Source:||Adapted from a melody contributed by Georg Joseph to Heilige Seelenlust, Breslau 1657|