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| 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! | |
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| Once more ’tis eventide, and we, | 5 |
| Oppressed with various ills, draw near | |
| What if Thy form we cannot see? | |
| We know and feel that Thou art here. | |
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| O Saviour Christ, our woes dispel; | |
| For some are sick, and some are sad; | 10 |
| And some have never loved Thee well, | |
| And some have lost the love they had; | |
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| And some are pressed with worldly care; | |
| And some are tried with sinful doubt; | |
| And some such grievous passions tear | 15 |
| That only Thou canst cast them out; | |
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| 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. | 20 |
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| 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. | |
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| O Saviour Christ, Thou too art Man; | 25 |
| Thou hast been troubled, tempted, tried; | |
| Thy kind but searching glance can scan | |
| The very wounds that shame would hide; | |
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| Thy touch has still its ancient power; | |
| No word from Thee can fruitless fall: | 30 |
| Hear in this solemn evening hour, | |
| And in Thy mercy heal us all. | |
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