But none would doubt the Lamb's delight;
though He were hurt and wounded sore,
none could it in His semblance see,
His glance so glorious was and glad
I look'd among His radiant host,
how they with life were fill'd and fraught;
then saw I there my little queen,
I thought was nigh me in the glen.
Lord, much of mirth was it she made!
Among her peers she was so fair.
That sight there made me think to cross,
for love-longing and great delight.