Blood On My Hands

Each crack of that whip was for my mistakes

Blood is on my hands

Each stumble up that hill was my step to take

Blood is on my hands

And how do I say thanks for this?

In the cross, in the cross

Be my glory ever

Until my ransomed soul shall find

Rest beyond the river

Each tear that flowed was by my sorrow sown

Blood is on my hands

Each drop that was spilled, my debt fulfilled

His blood is on my hands

How can I say thanks for this?

In the cross, in the cross

Be my glory ever

Until my ransomed soul shall find

Rest beyond the river

Jesus keep me near the cross

There a precious fountain

Free to all, a healing stream

Flows from Calvary's mountain

In the cross, in the cross

Be my glory ever

Until my ransomed soul shall find

Rest beyond the river