‘Tis midnight; and on Olive’s brow
The star is dimmed that lately shone;
Tis midnight, in the garden now,
The suffering Saviour prays
Tis midnight; and from all removed,
The Saviour wrestles alone with fears;
Even that disciple whom He loved
Heeds not his Master’s grief and tears.
‘Tis midnight; and for others guilt,
Yet He that hath in anguish knelt
Is not forsaken by His God.
Tis midnight; and from other plains
Is borne the song that angels know:
Unheard by mortals are the strains
That sweetly soothe the Saviours woe.
May God Bless Nigeria, America And Israel And Take Care Of Us; May God Make His Face Shine Upon Us, And Be Gracious To Us; May The Lord Lift Up His Countenance Upon Us, And Give Us Peace, In Jesus Christ Name, We Pray! Amen!
May The Grace The Lord Jesus Christ, And The Love Of God, And The Fellowship Of The Holy Spirit Be With You All. Amen!