At Even, When the Sun was Set

Breslau, 1657 Angelus

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At even, ere the sun was set, And none, O Lord, have perfect rest,
The sick, O Lord, around Thee lay; For none are wholly free from sin;
O, with how many pains they met! And they who fain would serve Thee best
O, with what joy they went away! Are conscious most of wrong within.

Once more tis eventide, and we, O Savior Christ, Thou too art man;
Oppressed with various ills, draw near; Thou has been troubled, tempted, tried;
What if Thyself we cannot see? Thy kind but searching glance can scan
We know that Thou art ever near. The very wounds that shame would hide.

O Savior Christ, our woes dispel; Thy touch has still its ancient power.
For some are sick, and some are sad; No word from Thee can fruitless fall;
And some have never loved Thee well, Hear, in this solemn evening hour,
And some have lost the love they had. And in Thy mercy heal us all.

Henry Twells

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