On a 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 wildflowers grow even heard a robin sing But 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 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.