God in heaven, high and holy,
measure of all good and beauty,
who can stand before the fire of holiness?
Sinners here so poor and needy,
who would come and clear the guilty?
If you numbered all our sins, Lord, who could stand?
In my place He stood,
all my debt nailed to the wood.
All my stains washed white
by the blood of Christ, my life.
Justice satisfied at Cal’vry;
sin there silenced by His mercy.
Where, O death, is your reply to Christ, our King?
In my place He stood,
all my debt nailed to the wood.
All my stains washed white
by the blood of Christ, my life.
Saints, forgiven, sing to Jesus;
bow before the lamb slain for us.
Hallelujah to the Savior evermore!
In my place He stood,
all my debt nailed to the wood.
All my stains washed white
by the blood of Christ, my life.
—Words and Music by Matt Damico