At even ere the sun was set

The sick o Lord around Thee lay

O in what divers pain 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 Saviour Christ our woes dispel

For some are sick and some and 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 sought a friend in Thee

And all o Lord crave perfect rest

And to be wholly free from sin

And they who fain would serve Thee best

Are conscious most of wrong within

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

Thy touch still has it’s ancient power

No word from Thee can fruitless fall

Hear in this solemn evening hour

And in thy mercy heal us all