At even, ere the sun was set (Georg Joseph)

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  • (Posted 2020-11-02)  CPDL #61138:       
Editor: Andrew Sims (submitted 2020-11-02).   Score information: A4, 2 pages, 62 kB   Copyright: CPDL
Edition notes: The hymn with four-part harmony and underlaid words in the version published in Hymns Ancient & Modern New Standard
  • (Posted 2020-11-02)  CPDL #61137:       
Editor: Andrew Sims (submitted 2020-11-02).   Score information: A4, 1 page, 77 kB   Copyright: CPDL
Edition notes: The hymn in the version published in Hymns Ancient & Modern New Standard, melody with words.

General Information

Title: At even, ere the sun was set
Composer: Georg Joseph
Lyricist: Henry Twells Tune: Angelus
Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: SATB
Genre: SacredHymn   Meter: 88. 88 (L.M.)

Language: English
Instruments: A cappella or keyboard

First published: 1657
  2nd published: 1983 in Hymns Ancient and Modern, New Standard, no. 9
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Original text and translations

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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!

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 are 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 not sought a friend in thee;

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.

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 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.