At Even Ere The Sun Was Set [#AtEven #TheSun #TheSunWasSet #WasSet]
At Even Ere The Sun Was Set [#AtEven #TheSun #TheSunWasSet #WasSet]
Song based on the Bible verse:
Mark 1:32-34
32 At evening, when the sun had set, they brought to Him all who were sick and those who were demon-possessed. 33 And the whole city was gathered together at the door. 34 Then He healed many who were sick with various diseases, and cast out many demons; and He did not allow the demons to speak, because they knew Him.
Hebrews 2:17-18
17 Therefore, in all things He had to be made like His brethren, that He might be a merciful and faithful High Priest in things pertaining to God, to make propitiation for the sins of the people. 18 For in that He Himself has suffered, being [a]tempted, He is able to aid those who are tempted.
Revelation 2:4
Nevertheless I have this against you, that you have left your first love.
Song written by:
Original in English: (March 13, 1823, Ashted, Birmingham, UK – January 19, 1900, Bournemouth, Dorset, UK)
1
At even ere the sun was set
The sick O Lord around Thee lay
O with how many 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 Thyself we cannot see
We know that Thou art ever near
3
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
4
And some are pressed with worldly care
And some are tried with sinful doubt
And some such grievous passions tear
That only Thou canst cast them out
5
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
6
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
7
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
8
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