This is a hymn that I sang and loved as a child overseas. I have tried several times to find the tune we used, but to no avail. I guess I will have to work it out on my autoharp! I thought of this hymn today because I have been in great physical distress and could really use some healing.
At Even, Ere the Sun Was Set
by Henry Twells
At even, ere the sun was set, the sick, O Lord, around thee lay;
O, in what diverse 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 has 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.