Author: Henry Twells, 1823-1900 Meter: 8.8.8.8 Appears in 314 hymnals Scripture: Luke 4:1-13 Lyrics: 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, has perfect rest,
for none is wholly free from sin;
and they who fain would serve thee best
are conscious most of wrong within.
6 O Christ, thou hast been human too,
thou hast been troubled, tempted, tried;
thy kind but searching glance can view
the very wounds that shame would hide.
7 Thy touch has still its ancient pow'r;
no word from thee can fruitless fall:
Hear, in this solemn evening hour,
and in thy mercy heal us all. Topics: Evening; Healing; Suffering and Sorrow Used With Tune: ANGELUS
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