’Tis midnight; and on Olive’s brow
by William B. Tappan · by t J. Iii g
Representative text
As printed in The Church Hymnal (1941), no. 121 — the newest hymnal carrying it.
Verse 1
’Tis midnight; and on Olive’s brow The star is dimmed that lately shone: ’Tis midnight; in the garden, now, The suffering Savior prays alone.
Verse 2
’Tis 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.
Verse 3
’Tis midnight; and for others’ guilt The Man of Sorrows weeps in blood; Yet He who hath in anguish knelt, Is not forsaken by His God.
Verse 4
’Tis midnight; and from ether plains Is borne the song that angels know; Unheard by mortals are the strains That sweetly soothe the Savior’s woe.