| Song | At Even, Ere The Sun Was Set |
| Album | Christian Hymnal – Series 2 |
| Genre | Praise & Worship |
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| Publisher / Copyrights | John Wesley’s Collection of Hymns |
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| Tags | At Even, Ere The Sun Was Set |
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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!
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.
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;
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;
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.
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,
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.
