Cantique : midnight, on Olive’s brow Tis and

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

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

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

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

midnight, on Olive’s brow Tis and