At Even, Ere the Sun Was Set ANGELUS—Georg Joseph ABENDS—Herbert S. Oakeley At Even, Ere the Sun Was Set 1 At even, ere the sun was set, The sick, O Lord, around Thee lay; Oh, in what divers pains they met! Oh, with what joy they went away! 2 Once more ’tis eventide; and we, Oppress’d with various ills, draw near; What if Thy form we cannot see! We know and fell that Thou art here. 3 O Saviour Christ, our woes dispel; For some are sick and some are sad, And some have never loved Thee well,