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Hymn

At Even, Ere the Sun Was Set

ANGELUS · L.M. · words Henry Twells · music Georg Joseph

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1.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!

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 Savior 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 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.

5.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.

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Same meter but needs editorial underlay: ABERYSTWYTH (PARRY), BRESLAU, FEDERAL STREET, GERMANY, MARYTON, MENDON, MORNING HYMN, OLD 100TH, QUEBEC, THE FIRST NOEL, VOM HIMMEL HOCH, WOODWORTH.

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