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: Sacred, Hymn 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
Description: A descant to the hymn can be found here.
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Original text and translations
English text
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.