121 ~ ‘Tis Midnight; and on Olives’ Brow
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’Tis midnight; and on Olive’s brow The star is dimmed that lately shone: ’Tis midnight; in the garden, now, The suffering Savior prays alone.
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’Tis midnight; and from all removed, The Saviour 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 others’ guilt The Man of Sorrows weeps in blood; Yet He who 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.