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.