Meter: 8.8.8.8 Appears in 314 hymnals Lyrics: 1 At even, ere the sun was 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 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 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 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.
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.
Topics: Worship Opening; Worship Evening ; Christ Physician Used With Tune: ASLEEP IN JESUS
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