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