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‘Tis Midnight, and On Olive’s Brow

1 ‘Tis midnight; and on Olive’s brow
The star is dimmed that lately shown:
‘Tis midnight; in the garden now,
The suffering Savior prays alone.

2 ‘Tis midnight; and, from all removed
Emmanuel wrestles lone with fears:
E’en the disciple that He loved
Heeds not his Master’s grief and tears.

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.

4 ‘Tis midnight; and from heavenly plains
Is borne the song that angels know:
Unheard by mortals are the strains
That sweetly soothe the Savior’s woe.