The Song Book of the Salvation Army ‎#558

558. At even, ere the sun was set

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 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.

5 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.

Text Information

• First Line: At even, ere the sun was set
• Author: Henry Twells (1823-1900)
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1986
• Topic: Means of grace: Prayer

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