Son of the Father's love
Spotless and innocent
Fullness of radiance divine
Heinous injustices
Every ungrateful word
They were imputed to You
To You
And it pleased You to crush Him
But the anguish was bitter
As the welcome was broken
And the Son was forsaken in the silence
In the silence
Myriads of angels
Breathlessly wondering
They would have come at Your word
While sorrow and anger
Fierce indignation
Mercy and justice collide
And it pleased You to crush Him
But the anguish was bitter
As the welcome was broken
And the Son was forsaken in the silence
In the silence