228. L. M. W. B. Tappan. Christ in Gethsemane. 1 'T is midnight; and on Olive's brow The star is dimmed that lately shone; 'T is midnight; in the garden, now, The suffering Saviour prays alone. 2 'T is midnight; and from all removed, The Saviour wrestles lone, with fears; E'en that disciple whom he loved Heeds not his Master's grief and tears. 3 'T is 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 'T is midnight; from celestial plains Is borne the song that angels know; Unheard by mortals are the strains That sweetly soothe the Saviour's woe.
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