midnight, Tis and on Olive’s brow

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