With the death of Christ the hopes of his disciples seemed to perish. They looked upon his closed eyelids and drooping head, his hair matted with blood, his pierced hands and feet, and their anguish was indescribable. They had not believed until the last that he would die, and they could hardly credit their senses that he was really dead. The Majesty of Heaven had yielded up his life, forsaken of the believers, unattended by one act of relief or word of sympathy; for even the pitying angels had not been permitted to minister to their beloved Commander. {3SP 168.2}

Da Kristus døde, syntes disciplens håb aldeles at forsvinde. Da de så på hans lukkede øjne og nedbøjede hoved, hans hår, der var bedækket med blod og hans gennemborede hænder og fødder, blev deres angst ubeskrivelig. De havde troet til sidste øjeblik, at han ikke skulle dø, og de kunne næppe fatte, at han nu virkelig var død. Da himlens majestæt hengav sit liv, havde de, som troede på ham, forladt ham, og der var ikke én, som lindrede hans smerter eller udtalte et eneste opmuntrende ord; thi selv englene, som havde medynk med ham, fik ikke lov at tjene sin elskede anfører.