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He healed all their diseases.

BibleGateway: Mark 1:29-34

ESV Text: Mark 1:29-34

KJV Text:

The section starts at about 3:19 and ends at about 4:9

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     29 And forthwith, when they were come out of the synagogue, they entered into the house of Simon and Andrew, with James and John. 30 But Simon’s wife’s mother lay sick of a fever, and anon they tell him of her. 31 And he came and took her by the hand, and lifted her up; and immediately the fever left her, and she ministered unto them. 32 And at even, when the sun did set, they brought unto him all that were diseased, and them that were possessed with devils. 33 And all the city was gathered together at the door. 34 And he healed many that were sick of divers diseases, and cast out many devils; and suffered not the devils to speak, because they knew him.(KJV)

Hymn: TLH 557:
At Even When the Sun Did Set

— Organ Audio

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1. At even, when the sun did set, 
The sick, O Lord, around Thee lay 
Oh, in what divers pain they met! 
Oh, with what joy they went away! 

2. Once more ’tis eventide, and we, 
Oppressed with various ills, draw near. 
What if Thy from we cannot see, 
We know and feel that Thou art here. 

3. O Savior 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; 

4. 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; 

5. And some have found the world is vain, 
Yet from the world they break not free; 
And some have friends who give them pain, 
Yet have not sought a friend in Thee; 

6. And none, O Lord, have perfect rest, 
For none are wholly free from sin; 
And they who fain would serve Thee best 
Are conscious most of wrong within. 

7. O Savior Christ, Thou too, art man; 
Thou hast been troubled, tempted, tried. 
Thy kind but searching glance can scan 
The very wounds that shame would hide. 

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