1 ’Tis midnight; and on Olive’s brow
the star is dimmed that lately shone.
’Tis midnight; in the garden now
the suffering Savior prays alone.
2 ’Tis midnight; and from all removed,
the Savior wrestles lone with fears;
e’en that disciple whom he loved
heeds not his Master’s grief and tears.
3 ’Tis midnight; and for others’ guilt
the Man of Sorrows weeps in blood;
yet he that hath in anguish knelt
is not forsaken by his God.
4 ’Tis midnight; and from heavenly plains
is borne the song that angels know;
unheard by mortals are the strains
that sweetly soothe the Savior’s woe.
|First Line:||'Tis midnight; and on Olive's brow|
|Title:||'Tis Midnight! and on Olive's Brow|
|Author:||William B. Tappan (1822)|