757--At even when the sun was set,

At even when the sun was set,

757

	1.	At even when the sun was set,
		The sick, O Lord, around Thee lay;
		O in what divers pains they meet!
		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 love Thee well
		And some have lost the love they had;
	4.	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;
	5.	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.
	6.	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.
	7.	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.