He washed my eyes with tears, that I might see
The broken heart I had, was good for me
He tore it all apart and looked inside
He found it full of fear and foolish pride

He swept away the things, that made me blind
And then I saw the clouds were silver lined
And now I understand, it was best for me
He washed my eyes with tears, that I might see

I saw the marks of shame, and wept and cried
He was my substitute, for me He died
And now I'm glad He came, so tenderly
And washed my eyes with tears, that I might see