Your blood turns black to white
Your love turns wrong to right
Your peace calms storms without and within
Your joy enables the weak and worn to win
Your truth sets the captives free
Your hand makes blind eyes see
Your blood is a miracle cure
Offering healing, making men pure
I trust in You with all my heart
You turn my trouble into art
Your blood ran down the cross
Salvation’s gift can save the lost
Your blood redeemed me as a slave
I’ve now risen with you from the grave
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