'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.قوش كەلدىڭ ٴماسىح قاۋىمىنا Ҳаллилуйя! ạ̉nạ ạlrb qd dʿwtk bạlbr Celebra il Re Buď chvála Tebe, Bože náš, vzdávaná vrúcne v každý čas, Otcu aj Synu milému O, by już wkrótce rozgorzały mstnyny ạ̉qwlk ậh Il senso del mio domani Quand ton peuple au désert Sprijin mi-e Cristos
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