At even ere the sun was set
Sammy this morning preached from Matthew 8 : 14 - 17.
It put me in mind of this hymn - a long-time favourite for the evening:
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.
Henry Twells, 1823-1900
A website gives the story of the hymn:
http://www.cyberhymnal.org/htm/a/t/e/atevener.htm
It put me in mind of this hymn - a long-time favourite for the evening:
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.
Henry Twells, 1823-1900
A website gives the story of the hymn:
http://www.cyberhymnal.org/htm/a/t/e/atevener.htm
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