1 At even when the sun was set,
The sick, O Lord, around Thee lay;
O in what various pains they met!
O with what joy they went away!
2 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;
3 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;
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 Thy touch has still its ancient power;
No word from Thee can fruitless fall;
Hear, in this holy solemn hour,
And in Thy mercy heal us all.
|First Line:||At even, when the sun was set|
|Title:||At Even, When the Sun Was Set|
|Author:||Henry Twells (1868)|
|Topic:||Jesus Christ: Life|
|Composer:||Georg Joseph (1657)|
|Source:||From Heilige Seelenlust|