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(FIRST TUNE)


OLIVES BROW. (L.M.) 𝅗𝅥 = 84 William Batchelder Bradbury (1816-1868)

Henry Twells (1823-1900).
AT even, ere the sun was set, The sick, Lord, around thee lay; Oh in what divers pains they met! Oh 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.
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 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;

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