They beheld there the Ruler of heaven; and they halted a while to rest,
65 Tired after the terrible struggle. A tomb then they began to make,
His friends in sight of his foes. Of the fairest of stone they built it,
And set their Savior upon it. A sorrowful dirge they chanted,
Lamented their Master at evening, when they made their journey home,
Tired from their loved Lord’s side. And they left him with the guard.
70 We crosses stood there streaming with blood,
And waited long after the wailing ceased
Of the brave company. The body grew cold,
The most precious of corpses. Then they pulled us down,