Tis midnight, and on Olive’s brow
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’Tis midnight, and on Olive’s brow The star is dimmed that lately shone; ’Tis midnight in the garden now, The suff’ring Savior prays alone. |
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’Tis midnight, and from all removed, The Savior wrestles lone with fears— E’en that disciple whom He loved Heeds not his Master’s grief and tears. |
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’Tis midnight, and for other’s guilt The Man of Sorrows weeps in blood; Yet He that hath in anguish knelt Is not forsaken by His God. |
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’Tis midnight, and from ether-plains Is borne the song that angels know Unheard by mortals are the strains That sweetly soothe the Savior’s woe. |
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Indian Valley, VA, United States
Such an incredible song if played and/or sung with the pathos the words communicate!
The piano needs to be slowed down, and played with much more feeling.