'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.صلاة - مازال إلهي حي Енмӧй муслуныд Тэнад Ó, Hospodine, přioděj عزیزِ من حذر از نور ایمان میکنی تا کی sẖwqy̱ ạ̉n ạ̉ḥyạ yswʿ Ježiš novú pieseň dal İsa Mesih, İlk Sensin, Son Sensin Отче, люблю, возношу Эзэнийг магтъя Pe marea vietii valuri se ridica
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