'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.Keď divy tvojej moci zriem جۉرۅگۉم جارالانىپ Tasanno Za teba na kríži Салаа зам Бизди Теңир, элибизди, ойготкун Ես Գոհ ու Շնորհակալ Եմ จงสงบ تاڭ اتقاندا Йол, герчек ве яшам беним
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