HYMN 9

C.M.S 17, H.C 25, L.M (FE 26)
"And at even when the sun did set, they
brought unto Him all that were 
diseased" - Mark 1:32


1.  AT even ere the sun was set;

     The sick, O Lord, around Thee lay; 

     Oh! in what divers pains they met! 

     Oh, with what joy they went away!


2.  One more, its eventide, and we, 

     Oppress’d 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 in 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 Savtour 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.


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.  Amen