1 'Tis midnight; and on Olive's brow
The star is dimmed that lately shone:
'Tis midnight; in the garden now
The suffering Saviour prays alone.
2 'Tis midnight; and from all removed,
Emmanuel 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; from the heav'nly plains
Is borne the song that angels know;
Unheard by mortals are the strains
That sweetly soothe the Saviour's woe.
|First Line:||'Tis midnight; and on Olive's brow|
|Title:||'Tis Midnight; and on Olive's Brow|
|Author:||William B. Tappan, 1794-1849|
|Topic:||Christ: Gethsemane; Christ: Passion; Gethsemane|