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.