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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, thorns of hate were growing wildly,
All the pain that sin had caused was plain to see
But when the blood came streaming down that cross
Where my Saviour bled and died
It broke the chains of sin and set me 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.
