'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.O, ry Mpamomjy avia Hianao ạḥfẓny yạ ạ̹lhy Дайте руки друг другу Отныне вдвоем Дунёга келтирган сени Un cantec de multumire cant Аз съм твой Таны замд Ўғил қизим бардам бўл Old Church Choir Tal como soy Señor
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