At even, ere the sun was set    

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 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

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 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

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