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OLIVES BROW. (L.M.) đ
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„ = 84 William Batchelder Bradbury (1816-1868)
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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!
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.
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;
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;
And some are tried with sinful doubt,
And some such grievous passions tear.
That only thou canst cast them out;
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