midnight, Tis and on Olive’s brow

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