m 'When the even was come, they brought unto Him many that were possessed with devils : and He cast out the spirits with His word, and healed all that were sick.' AT even, ere the sun was set, The sick, O Lord, around Thee lay; mp O in what divers pains they met ! mf O with what joy they went away! mp 2 Once more 't is 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 m 70 Saviour Christ, Thou too art Man; 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; Thou hast been troubled, tempt And some such grievous passions tear mp |