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Everyman’s Hut

“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.

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 z near. 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 that give them pain, ■ Yet have not sought a friend in Thee. . K 0 Saviour Christ! Thou too art near; Thou hast been troubled, tempted, tried,

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Camp News, Volume 2, Issue 99, 21 November 1941, Page 8

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Everyman’s Hut Camp News, Volume 2, Issue 99, 21 November 1941, Page 8

Everyman’s Hut Camp News, Volume 2, Issue 99, 21 November 1941, Page 8