詩歌： and Tis Olive’s midnight, on brow

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

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

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

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

and Tis Olive’s midnight, on brow