'Tis midnight; and on Olive's brow

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CGS No.: 
277

Verse 1
'Tis midnight; and on Olive's brow
The star is dimmed that lately shone:
'Tis midnight; in the garden now,
The suffering Saviour prays alone

Verse 2
'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

Verse 3
'Tis midnight; and for others' guilt
The Man of Sorrows weeps in blood;
Yet He that hath in anguish knelt
Is not forsaken by His God

Verse 4
'Tis midnight; and from ether-plains
Is born the song that angels know;
Unheard by mortals are the strains
That sweetly soothe the Saviour's woe