1 'Tis midnight, and on Olive's brow
The star is dimmed that lately shone;
2 'Tis midnight, and from all removed,
The Savior wrestles lone with fears —
3 'Tis midnight, and for other's guilt
The Man of Sorrows weeps in blood;
4 'Tis midnight, and from ether-plains
Is borne the song that angels know —