'Tis Midnight-and on Olive's Brow : -ghf119 - [Play Midi]
  1. 'Tis midnight; and on Olive's brow
    The star is dimmed that lately shone;
    'Tis midnight; in the garden now,
    The suffering Saviour prays alone.

  2. 'Tis midnight; and from all removed,
    The Saviour wrestles lone with fears;
    E'en that disciple whom He loved
    Heeds not His Master's grief and tears.

  3. 'Tis midnight; and for others' guilt
    The Man of Sorrows weeps in blood;
    Yet He that hath in anguish knelt
    Is not forsaken by His God.

  4. 'Tis midnight; and from heav'nly plains
    Is borne the song that angels know;
    Unheard by mortals are the strains
    That sweetly soothe the Saviour's woe.