"At Even, when the Sun did Set" by Henry Twells, 1823-1900 Text From: THE LUTHERAN HYMNAL (St. Louis: Concordia Publishing House, 1941) 1. 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! 2. 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. 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 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; 5. 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; 6. 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. 7. 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. 8. 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. Amen. _______________________________________ Notes: Hymn #557 from _The Lutheran Hymnal_ Text: Mark 1:32-34 Author: Henry Twells, 1868 Tune: "Angelus" 1st Published in: _Heilige Seelenlust_ Town: Breslau, 1657, ad. ______________________________________________________________ This text was converted to ascii format for Project Wittenberg by Debbie Harris and is in the public domain. You may freely distribut "At Even, when the Sun did Set" by Henry Twells, 1823-1900 Text From: THE LUTHERAN HYMNAL (St. Louis: Concordia Publishing House, 1941) 1. 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! 2. 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. 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 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; 5. 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; 6. 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. 7. 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. 8. 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. Amen. _______________________________________ Notes: Hymn #557 from _The Lutheran Hymnal_ Text: Mark 1:32-34 Author: Henry Twells, 1868 Tune: "Angelus" 1st Published in: _Heilige Seelenlust_ Town: Breslau, 1657, ad. ______________________________________________________________ This text was converted to ascii format for Project Wittenberg by Debbie Harris and is in the public domain. You may freely distribute, copy or print this text. Please direct any comments or suggestions to: Rev. Robert E. Smith of the Walther Library at Concordia Theological Seminary. E-mail: bob_smith@ctsfw.edu Surface Mail: 6600 N. Clinton St., Ft. Wayne, IN 46825 USA Phone: (219) 452-2148 Fax: (219) 452-2126 ______________________________________________________________