Tis on and brow Olive’s midnight,

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