Before his shearers silence sounds
From still lips of eternal Word
By sinful men his wrists are bound
as the Father whets his sword.
Traded once for silver coins
Now twice for murd'rous hands
The crowd in single voice rejoins
As the fool meets their demands
A strange hymn they sang before the one
In whom God was pleased to dwell
But it did not name His only Son
As "Barabbas!" on all ears fell
"Yet it was the will of the Lord, the will of the Lord!"
Rang from heavenly throngs above
And Yahweh braced that wrath out-poured
as His Justice kissed His love.
Delivered, beaten, mocked, and scorned,
into palms of wicked hands
Where in kingly raiment, blood adorned
The one who wind and sea commands.
O that day when skies were split
The moon turned red as blood
You walked your path to Sheol's pit
All for my greatest good.
Nailed upon that cursed tree
Hangs our lamb once slain
Before whom all men bow their knee
Who rises now to reign!
Yet it was the will of the Lord, the will of the Lord,
I sing now all my days
For by that silent, sovereign Word,
My sins were washed away