557. At Even, When the Sun Did Set

1 At even, when the sun did 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 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 some are pressed with worldly care,
And some are tried with sinful doubt;
And some such previous passions tear
That only Thou canst cast them out;

5 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.

6 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.

7 O Savior Christ, Thou, too, art man;
Thou hast been troubled, tempted, tried.
Thy kind bu searching glance can scan
The very wounds that shame would hide.

8 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, when the sun did set
Title: At Even, When the Sun Did Set
Author: Henry Twells (1868)
Meter: L.M.
Language: English
Publication Date: 1941
Scripture:
Topic: Times and Seasons: Evening
Tune Information
Name: ANGELUS
Meter: L.M.
Key: E♭ Major
Source: "Heilige Seelenlust," Breslau, 1657, ad.



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