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.