'Tis Midnight; And on Olive's Brow

Verse 1 'Tis midnight, and on Olive's brow
The star is dimmed that lately shone;
'Tis midnight, in the garden now
The suff'ring Savior prays alone.

Verse 2 'Tis midnight, and from all removed
Emmanuel wrestles lone with fears;
E'en the disciple whom He loved
Heeds not his Master's grief and tears.

Verse 3 'Tis midnight, and for others' guilt
The Man of Sorrows weeps in blood;
Yet He who hath in anguish knelt
Is not forsaken by His God.

Verse 4 'Tis midnight, and from ether plains
Is borne the song that angels know;
Unheard by mortals are the strains
That sweetly soothe the Savior's woe.