'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.Діамантів пісок Иса Месих Дюн Ве Бугюн Una sola speranza Помни Око Мое над тобою Şimdi duydum kendimi În casa Ta Doamne aud Cuvântul Sfânt Я вижу мир огней земных Dumnezeul laudei mele Te laud Miłosiernym bądź dla brata По всьому світу стала новина
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