Cantique : brow Tis and Olive’s on midnight,

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

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

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

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

brow Tis and Olive’s on midnight,