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.
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.
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 other's guilt
The Man of Sorrows weeps in blood;
Yet He that hath in anguish knelt
Is not forsaken by His God.
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 ether-plains
Is borne the song that angels know
Unheard by mortals are the strains
That sweetly soothe the Savior's woe.
Is borne the song that angels know
Unheard by mortals are the strains
That sweetly soothe the Savior's woe.
Delete Comment
Are you sure you want to delete this comment?