In realms of light where angels sing,
The Sinless One left glory’s throne,
To bear the weight of everything
That we, in darkness, called our own.

He knew no sin, yet stooped so low—
The Holy Lamb, the spotless King—
God made Him sin for us, the blow
Of wrath that only He could bring.

Upon the cross, the curse He took,
Our guilt, our shame, our every stain;
The Father turned His face, forsook
The Son who bore our endless chain.

Oh, wondrous swap in mercy’s plan!
Our sin on Him, His righteousness on us—
Now clothed in robes no eye can scan,
The righteousness of God, set free.

No more condemned, no more to fear,
In Him we stand, accepted, whole;
The great exchange, so pure, so clear—
He became sin to save each soul.

Imputed righteousness, divine!
Not earned by works that we have done,
But credited through grace sublime,
The perfect record of the Son.

The ultimate substitution made,
The Just for unjust, pure for vile;
Our guilty record on Him laid,
His spotless mercy on us smiled.

Let every heart with wonder cry,
“This is the love that will not fade!”
For He who knew no sin did die,
That we in Him be perfectly made.

Beloved, marvel at this grace:
The Sinless Savior bore our blame;
In Christ alone we find our place,
Forever sealed in His dear name.