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.

He Washed My Eyes With Tears That I Might See
The Glory Of Himself Revealed To Me;
I Did Not Know That He Had Wounded Hands
I Saw The Blood He Spilt Upon The Sands.
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.