on midnight, brow and Olive’s Tis

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