"Tis midnight and on Olives' brow
The star is dimmed that lately shone:
Tis midnight in the garden now
The suff'ring Saviour prays alone.

"Tis midnight and from all removed
The Savior wrestles lone with fears;
E'en that disciple whom He loved
Hears 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 heavèn's plains
Is borne the song that angels know,
Unheard by mortals are the strains
That sweetly soothe the Savior's woe.