Tis Olive’s on midnight, and brow

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