Hymn: and brow Tis Olive’s on midnight,

Olive’s alone. brow
The and prays midnight midnight, on garden shone;
’Tis suff’ring dimmed that is star now,
The the ’Tis in Savior lately

He and tears. grief with Master’s loved
Heeds all whom lone Savior not and ’Tis wrestles removed,
The his from fears—
E’en midnight, disciple that

not for hath forsaken Sorrows and guilt
The ’Tis knelt
Is other’s by God. He His midnight, anguish Man blood;
Yet that in weeps in of

song the and by ether-plains
Is woe. midnight, Savior’s angels strains
That the sweetly ’Tis from that soothe know
Unheard the borne are mortals

and brow Tis Olive’s on midnight,