Tis midnight, and on Olive’s brow (revised)

’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.

’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.

’Tis midnight

and for other’s guilt

The Man of Sorrows weeps in blood;

Yet He that hath in anguish knelt

Is not forsaken by His God.

’Tis midnight

and the prayer is through;

Now sure this cup won’t pass Him by

The Father’s will He’ll gladly do:

Go

bear the sinners’ sins

and die.