1 ’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.
2 ’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.
3 ’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.
4 ’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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