Why is He silent when a word,
Would slay His accuser all?
Why does He meekly bear their taunts,
Why does He meekly bear their taunts,
When Angels wait His call?
"He was made sin," my sin He bore
Upon the accursed tree,
And sin hath no defense to make,
His silence was for me!
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