midnight, and Olive's on Tis brow

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