brow on midnight, Olive’s and Tis

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