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'Tis Midnight
William B. Tappan, 1822
William B. Bradbury, 1853

'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 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 heav'nly plains is borne the song that angels know;
Unheard by mortals are the strains that sweetly soothe the Savior's woe.