Greater than Moses, turn and look once more and smite a rock.

"Good Friday" by Christina Rossetti

  Am I a stone and not a sheep
    That I can stand, O Christ, beneath Thy Cross,
    To number drop by drop Thy Blood's slow loss,
  And yet not weep?

  Not so those women loved
    Who with exceeding grief lamented Thee;
    Not so fallen Peter weeping bitterly;
  Not so the thief was moved;

  Not so the Sun and Moon
    Which hid their faces in a starless sky,
    A horror of great darkness at broad noon,--
  I, only I.

  Yet give not o'er,
    But seek Thy sheep, true Shepherd of the flock;
  Greater than Moses, turn and look once more
    And smite a rock.