On the balcony of space,
Stepped a pure and Holy God,
And in awesome solitude, He stood alone.
Not one faint star to give Him light;
Just endless rolling, blackest night.
But somehow through all the darkness, He could see.
He saw mountains high and lofty,
He saw valleys lush and green;
He saw babbling brooks, wild flowers grow,
Even heard a robin sing.
Then He felt a strange compassion,
As close to love as pain can be.
Standing out there in his tomorrows,
He saw me.
He saw me, in His likeness,
He saw me, just like Him!
Pure, clean and Holy, spotless, white within!
But He saw me bound in heavy chains,
And longed to set me free.
But He knew that if I became like Him,
He must become like me.
Jesus paid it all,
All to Him I owe;
Sin had left a crimson stain,
He washed it white as snow.
