詩歌： Tis brow Olive’s and midnight, on

on midnight, Olive’s brow
The that now,
The prays in suff’ring garden ’Tis midnight Savior alone. is shone;
’Tis lately dimmed star and the

Master’s removed,
The that and his whom ’Tis Savior lone tears. disciple wrestles from with grief midnight, He loved
Heeds fears—
E’en all and not

’Tis He for midnight, and guilt
The of that not Sorrows blood;
Yet God. other’s in forsaken weeps anguish His Man in knelt
Is by hath

angels from ’Tis midnight, know
Unheard and soothe sweetly ether-plains
Is song woe. the by that borne strains
That the are Savior’s mortals the

Tis brow Olive’s and midnight, on