#119: ‘Tis Mdnight — and on Olive’s Brow

(Part of a series singing through the hymnbook I grew up with: Great Hymns of the Faith)

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.

2

‘Tis midnight — and from all removed

The Savior wrestles lone with fears;

E’en that disciple whom He loved

Heeds not His Master’s grief and tears.

3

‘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.

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.