'Tis midnight, and on Olive's brow The star is dimmed that lately shone; 'Tis midnight, in the garden now The suff'ring Savior prays alone. 'Tis midnight, and from all removed Immanuel wrestles, lone, with fears; E'en the disciple whom He loved Heeds not his Master's grief and tears. 'Tis midnight, from the heav'nly plains Are borne the songs that angels know; Unheard by mortals are the strains That sweetly soothe the Savior's woe.NI KHATKHAT AH Все що найкраще є в цьому житті mʿy fy ạlṭryq yạ ạ̉ʿz ṣdyq سوقىر بولىپ كورە الماۋ Жизнь после жизни Este Unul ce te iubește așa cum ești fú shì dì xiōng zhōng zuì xiǎo de J'irai Тобi я довiряю Ақ пейілді Ием менің
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