on Olive’s Tis midnight, and brow

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