GRH 141 'Tis Midnight, and on Olive's Brow

(1)
‘Tis midnight, and on Olive’s brow
The star is dimmed that lately shone;
‘Tis midnight, in the garden now
The suff’ring Saviour prays alone.

(2)
‘Tis midnight, and from all removed,
Emmanuel wrestles lone with fears;
E’en the disciple that he loved
Heeds not his Master’s grief and tears.

(3)
‘Tis midnight, and for other’s 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 heav’nly plains
Is borne the song that angels know;
Unheard by mortals are the strains
That sweetly soothe the Saviour’s woe.