Love Grew Where the Blood Fell

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.