’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;