“My Lord, who dead and buried lay, of late Made void this tomb and stood before my face; And I was first of all his ransomed race: At first I knew him not! nor pondered there By what strong means at that unseemly hour The gard’ner should with some uncanny power Have borne him hence beyond my reach. But when he spoke, calling out my name, And I beheld my Saviour standing there, My heart did leap with sheer and utter joy; ‘Twas then, O Lord, that recognition came: With tear-dimmed eyes my precious Lord to greet, I knelt in the dust to grasp his feet.”