Hymns - At Even When The Sun Was Set

At even when 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 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; *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 Savior 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.