At even, ere the sun was set,

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    CGS No.: 
    85

    Verse 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!

    Verse 2
    Once more 'tis eventide, and we,
    Oppressed with various ills, draw near;
    What if Thyself we cannot see?
    We know that Thou art ever here.

    Verse 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.

    Verse 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.

    Verse 5
    And all, O Lord, crave perfect rest,
    And to be wholly free from sin;
    And they who fain would serve Thee best
    Are conscious most of wrong within.

    Verse 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.

    Verse 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