Hymn: brow Tis Olive’s midnight, on and

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

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

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

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

brow Tis Olive’s midnight, on and