For Other's Guilt

1'Tis midnight; and on Olives' brow The star is dimmed that lately shone: 'Tis midnight; in the garden, now,
The suff'ring Saviour prays alone.

2'Tis midnight; and from all removed,
The Saviour wrestles lone with fears;
E'en that disciple whom He loved Heeds not his Master's grief and tears.

3'Tis midnight; and for other's guilt The Man of sorrows weeps in blood;
Yet He who hath in anguish knelt,
Is not forsaken by His God.

4'Tis midnight; and from ether plains Is borne the song that angels know;
Unheard by mortals are the strains That sweetly soothe the Saviour's woe.