Thursday - Holy Week

  
’Tis Midnight, And On Olive’s Brow

’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.

’Tis midnight, and from all removed

Emmanuel wrestles lone with fears

E’en the 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 who hath in anguish knelt

Is not forsaken by His God.

’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.

~Words: William Tappan & Music: William Bradbury