'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.Әнімізбен мадақтаймыз Исаны kl rkbẗ swf tnḥny̱ lạsmk مين ساكن في قلبك ài huǒ rán shāo shǎo nián xīn 每天早晨都是新的 Эй Тангрим Мени Ўзинг Асрагин Буруулуг мен Debout, sainte cohorte Возлюби ты Бога сердцем всем zài zhǔ lǐ
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