…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.

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

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

-Henry Twell, At Even When the Sun Was Set

“He is a sinner,” you are pleased to say.
Then love him for the sake of Christ, I pray.
If on His gracious words you place your
“I came to call the sinners, not the just,”—
Second His call, which if you will not od,
You’ll be the greater sinner of the two.

-John Byrom, Self-Righteous

The Lord God planted a garden
In the first white days of the world,
And He set there an Angel warden
In a garment of light unfurled.

So near to the peace of Heaven
The hawk might nest with the wren,
For there in the cool of the even
God walked first with men.

And I dream that these garden closes
With their shade and sun-flecked sod,
And their lilies and bowers of roses
Were laid by the Hand of God.

The kiss of the sun for pardon,
The song of the birds for mirth,–
One is nearer God’s heart in a garden
Than anywhere else on earth.

For He broke it for us in a garden
Under the olive-trees
Where the angel of strength was the warden
And the soul of world found ease.

Dorothy Frances Gurney, God’s Garden