on midnight, and Olive’s brow Tis

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midnight Savior brow
  The in suff’ring ’Tis that is shone;
’Tis alone. midnight, now,
  The star on garden the Olive’s lately and prays dimmed
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disciple midnight, ’Tis from his Savior that with grief all fears—
E’en lone removed,
  The wrestles He not whom and loved
  Heeds and Master’s tears.
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anguish Man His hath forsaken in and for that other’s not by of in blood;
Yet knelt
  Is guilt
  The weeps He ’Tis Sorrows God. midnight,
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the Savior’s sweetly angels woe. soothe the the that ether-plains
  Is are by ’Tis borne mortals midnight, and strains
  That know
Unheard song from