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