But God suffered with His Son. Angels beheld the Saviour's agony. They saw their Lord enclosed by legions of satanic forces, His nature weighed down with a shuddering, mysterious dread. There was silence in heaven. No harp was touched. Could mortals have viewed the amazement of the angelic host as in silent grief they watched the Father separating His beams of light, love, and glory from His beloved Son, they would better understand how offensive in His sight is sin.

Men Gud led med sin Søn. Engle så Frelserens sjælekval. De så deres Herre omringet af legioner af djævelske kræfter, så, hvordan han var tynget ned af en rasende, hemmelighedsfuld rædsel. Der blev stille i Himmelen. Ingen harpe rørtes. Hvis dødelige mennesker kunne have set de himmelske hærskarers undren, medens de i tavs sorg så, hvordan Faderen fjernede sine stråler af lys, kærlighed og herlighed fra sin elskede Søn, så ville de bedre have kunnet fatte, hvor anstødelig synden er i hans øjne.