brow Olive’s and Tis on midnight,

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