诗歌： Olive's Tis brow on and midnight,

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

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

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

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

Olive's Tis brow on and midnight,