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