The world a desert burns my soul I swelter in the heat It forces wearies fists to fall To beg for some relief Dip your finger, cool my tongue A drop to quench my grief Grant this stray to have the crumbs Fallen at Your feet Though the scars of my sin run deep There washed in the flood brought from Calvary Remind me oh Lord in my hour of need The war won for the redeemed My enemies that curse Your name Have hands around my throat Speak fire to the wicked men They too may turn with hope Though the scars of my sin run deep There washed in the flood brought from Calvary Remind me oh Lord in my hour of need The war won for the redeemed To remind me yeah When still the strong of Satan's words Breaths death and hopes do flee Hear my plea my boast alone The cross of victory Though the scars of my sin run deep There washed in the flood brought from Calvary Remind me oh Lord in my hour of need The war won for the redeemed