| Song | At Even Ere The Sun Was Set |
| Album | Pentecostal And Apostolic Hymns |
| Genre | Traditional Christian 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 It Is Eventide, And We,
Oppressed With Various Ills, Draw Near;
What If Thyself We Cannot See?
We Know That Thou Art Ever 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 Has 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
