1. 'Tis mid- night, and on Ol- ive's brow The star is dimmed that late- ly shone; 'Tis mid- night, in the gar- den now The suff- 'ring Sa- vior prays a- lone.

2. 'Tis mid- night, and from all re- moved Im- man- uel wres- tles, lone, with fears; E'en the dis- ci- ple whom He loved Heeds not his Mas- ter's grief and tears.

3. 'Tis mid- night, from the heav'n- ly plains Are borne the songs that an- gels know; Un- heard by mor- tals are the strains That sweet- ly soothe the Sa- vior's woe.