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                Love Grew Where The Blood Fell                  

See my Jesus on the cross, the people crying.
Looking on the man and think; that's such a tragedy.
But what the world could not see,
Was when they nailed him to that tree;
He broke the chains of sin and set them free.

Love grew where the blood fell,
Flowers of hope sprang up for men in misery.
Sin died where the blood fell,
Oh I'm so glad his precious blood covers me.

Thorns of violence, thorns of hate were growing wildly.
All the pain that sin had cost,
You know it was so very plain to see.
But when the blood came streaming down the cross
Where my Savior bled and died.
It broke the chains of sin and set me free.

Love grew where the blood fell,
Flowers of hope sprang up for men in misery.
Sin died where the blood fell.
Oh I'm so glad his precious blood covers me.

Sin died where the blood fell.
Oh I'm so glad his precious blood covers me.