See my Jesus on the cross, the people crying
Looking on, a man would think it such tragedy
(Nailing a man to a tree)
But what this world could not see
Was when they nailed Him to that tree
It would break the chains of sin and set man free
Love grew where the blood fell
Flow'rs of hope sprang up for men in misery
Sin died where the blood fell
I'm so glad this precious blood has covered me.
Thorns of violence, and thorns of hate were growing wildly,
And the sorrow they had caused was plain to see
But when the blood came streaming down that cross
Where my Jesus bled and died
It started blossoms of forgiveness growing free
Love grew where the blood fell
Flow'rs of hope sprang up for men in misery
Sin died where the blood fell
I'm so glad his precious blood now covers me.
Sin died where the blood fell
I'm so glad this precious blood now covers me.
I'm so glad this blood now covers me.