Luke_2-11: For unto you is born this day in the city of David a Saviour, which is Christ the Lord.
‘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.
Tis midnight; and from all removed,
The Saviour wrestles alone with fears;
Even that disciple whom He loved
Heeds not his Master’s grief and tears.
‘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.
Tis midnight; and from other plains
Is borne the song that angels know:
Unheard by mortals are the strains
That sweetly soothe the Saviours woe.
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