See my Jesus on the cross, the people crying;
Looking on, a man would think it tragedy
But what the world could not see
Was when they nailed Him to that tree
It would break the chains of sin’s captivity.
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 hate were growing wildly,
All 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!
(And then His) Love grew where the blood fell
Flow’rs of hope sprang up for men in misery;
And there our sin died where the blood fell
I’m so glad this precious blood has covered me.
There our sin died where the blood fell
I’m so glad this precious blood has covered me.
I’m so glad this precious blood has covered me.
It covered me!
