Text: | At even ere the sun was set |
Author: | Henry Twells |
Tune: | ANGELUS |
Composer: | Georg Joseph |
1 At even ere the sun was set,
The sick, O Lord, around Thee lay;
O, with how many 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 are pressed with worldly care;
And some are tried with sinful doubt;
And some such grievous passions tear,
That only Thou canst cast them out.
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 has 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 | |
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First Line: | At even ere the sun was set |
Author: | Henry Twells (1868) |
Meter: | L. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1917 |
Topic: | The Church: Home and Inner Missions |
Tune Information | |
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Name: | ANGELUS |
Composer: | Georg Joseph (1657) |
Meter: | L. M. |
Key: | E♭ Major |
Source: | Adapted in Cantica Spiritualia, 1847; Revised in Hymns Ancient and Modern, 1904 |