The sleeping disciples had been suddenly awakened by the light surrounding the Saviour. They saw the angel bending over their prostrate Master. They saw him lift the Saviour's head upon his bosom, and point toward heaven. They heard his voice, like sweetest music, speaking words of comfort and hope. The disciples recalled the scene upon the mount of transfiguration. They remembered the glory that in the temple had encircled Jesus, and the voice of God that spoke from the cloud. Now that same glory was again revealed, and they had no further fear for their Master. He was under the care of God; a mighty angel had been sent to protect Him. Again the disciples in their weariness yield to the strange stupor that overpowers them. Again Jesus finds them sleeping.

De sovende disciple var pludselig blevet vækket ved det lys, der omgav Frelseren. De så engelen bøje sig over deres Mester, der lå udstrakt på jorden. De så ham trykke Frelserens hoved til sit bryst og pege opad mod Himmelen. De hørte hans røst, der lød som den skønneste musik, og som talte trøstens og håbets ord. Disciplene erindrede, hvad de havde oplevet på Forklarelsens bjerg. De huskede den herlighed, der i templet havde omgivet Jesus, og Guds røst, der talte fra skyen. Nu åbenbarede den samme herlighed sig atter, og de nærede ikke mere nogen frygt for deres Mester. Han var under Guds beskyttelse. Der var blevet udsendt en mægtig engel for at skærme ham. Atter giver disciplene i deres træthed efter for den mærkelige døsighed, der overvælder dem. Igen finder Jesus dem sovende.