1 'T is midnight; and on Olive's brow The star is dimmed that lately shone; 'T is midnight; in the garden, now, The suffering Saviour prays alone. 2 'T is 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 'T is midnight; and for others' guilt The man of sorrows weeps in blood; Yet he that hath in anguish knelt Is not forsaken by his God. 4 'T is midnight; from celestial plains Is borne the song that angels know; Unheard by mortals are the strains That sweetly soothe the Saviour's woe. 229. C. M. Haweis. Agony in the Garden. 1 Dark was the night and cold the ground On which the Lord was laid; His sweat like drops of blood ran down; In agony he prayed,-- 2 "Father, remove this bitter cup, If such thy sacred will; If not, content to drink it up, Thy pleasure I fulfil." 3 Go to the garden, sinner; see Those precious drops that flow; The heavy load he bore for thee; For thee he lies so low. 4 Then learn of him the cross to bear; Thy Father's will obey; And, when temptations press thee near, Awake to watch and pray. 230. 7s. M. 6l. Montgomery. Christ our Example in Sufferings. 1 Go to dark Gethsemane, Ye that feel temptation's power, Your Redeemer's conflict see, Watch with him one bitter hour. Turn not from his griefs away, Learn of Jesus Christ to pray. 2 Follow to the judgment-hall, View the Lord of life arraigned: O the wormwood and the gall! O the pangs his soul sustained! Shun not suffering, shame or loss; Learn of him to bear the cross. 3 Calvary's mournful mountain climb; There, admiring at his feet, Mark that miracle of time, God's own sacrifice complete: "It is finished," hear him cry; Learn of Jesus Christ to die. 4 Early hasten to the tomb Where they laid his breathless clay; All is solitude and gloom; --Who has taken him away? Christ is risen; he meets our eyes-- Saviour, teach us so to rise. 231. C. M. Christian Psalmist. The Crucifixion of Christ. 1 Behold the Saviour on the cross, A spectacle of woe! See from his agonizing wounds The blood incessant flow; 2 Till death's pale ensigns o'er his cheek And trembling lips were spread; Till light forsook his closing eyes, And life his drooping head. 3 'Tis finished--the Messiah dies For sins, but not his own; The great redemption is complete, And death is overthrown. 4 'Tis finished--ritual worship ends, And Gospel ages run; All old things now are past away, A new world is begun. 232. L. M. Steele.