on Tis Olive’s midnight, and brow

C83 E99 K83 T99
1
brow
  The midnight now,
  The alone. ’Tis lately that the dimmed Savior Olive’s is in shone;
’Tis suff’ring garden star and on midnight, prays
2
with from wrestles tears. He ’Tis all removed,
  The disciple and and loved
  Heeds midnight, lone fears—
E’en that his grief Master’s whom Savior not
3
anguish that by hath Man for in knelt
  Is of blood;
Yet other’s He ’Tis weeps His guilt
  The forsaken midnight, God. and Sorrows in not
4
angels mortals soothe and song sweetly the from the that ether-plains
  Is know
Unheard borne are woe. Savior’s strains
  That by ’Tis the midnight,