Cantique : Tis midnight, and Olive’s brow on

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

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

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

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

Tis midnight, and Olive’s brow on