’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.

’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 ether plains

Is borne the song that angels know;