Gethsemane

1'Tis mid night; and on Ol ive's brow
The star is dimm'd that late ly shone;
'Tis mid night; in the gar den now
The suff'ring Sav iour prays a lone.

2'Tis mid night; and from all re moved,
The Sav iour wrest les lone with fears;
E'en that dis ci ple whom he loved
Heeds not his Mas ter's grief and tears.

3'Tis mid night; and for oth ers' guilt
The Man of Sor rows weeps in blood;
Yet he who hath in an guish knelt
Is not for sak en by his God.

4'Tis mid night; and from eth er plains
Is borne the song that an gels know;
Un heard by mor tals are the strains
That sweet ly soothe the Sav iour's woe.