At Even (Martin Top Hymn Tune)

At Even/Martin Top tune

At even, ere the sun was set,
The sick, Oh 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.

Thy touch hath still its ancient power;
No word from Thee can fruitless fall:
Hear in this solemn evening hour,
And in Thy mercy heal us all.

Words: H. Twells

Tune: Martin Top, by Harold Hargreaves

Piano: Bill Ashton

Singer: Hilary Ashton