Lord it was there in the garden
Where you prayed for me.
You felt the sins of the whole world
Resting on your back.
You saw down through the ages,
A poor sinner like me.
Only your blood, only your blood,
Lord only your blood can set me free.
Your precious hands were bruised,
They were for my sake.
There you stood with my guilt and Shame.
I'm so glad you came.
You saw down through the ages,
A poor sinner like me.
Only your blood, only your blood,
Only your blood can set me free.
When my lord and king of glory,
Traveled up Calvary's hill,
All the angels could have saved Him
And take Him away.
But they saw down through the ages,
A poor sinner like me.
Only your blood, only your blood,
Only your blood can set me free.
William Layton Nelson
William at theforestman.com
