119 – 'Tis Midnight, and on Olive's Brow

'Tis midnight, and on Olive's brow The star is dimmed that lately shone; 'Tis midnight in the garden now, The suff'ring Savior prays alone.

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'Tis midnight, and from all removed, The Savior wrestles lone with fears E'en that disciple whom He loved Heeds not his Master's grief and tears.

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'Tis midnight, and for other's guilt The Man of Sorrows weeps in blood; Yet He that hath in anguish knelt Is not forsaken by His God

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‘Tis midnight, and from ether-plains Is borne the song that angels know Unheard by mortals are the strains That sweetly soothe the Savior's woe.

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