| Song | At Even When The Sun Did Set |
| Album | Top Sacred Songs |
| Genre | Contemporary Christian Music |
| Writer(s) | Henry Twells |
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| Tags | At Even When The Sun Did Set |
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At Even, When The Sun Did Set,
The Sick, O Lord, Around Thee Lay
Oh, In What Divers Pain They Met!
Oh, With What Joy They Went Away!
Once More ‘Tis Eventide, And We,
Oppressed With Various Ills, Draw Near.
What If Thy From 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 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;
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 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.
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.
