What should I do with this Jesus
Out of control, people screaming "Crucify!"
But they can't tell me why
What has He done, name His transgression, oh
Tell me His crime that He should die
Sisters and brothers, caught up in the hunger
Mothers and fathers, quick to make claim for the blame
Who then is guilty, who's gonna answer?
Voices cry out demanding the shame
Let the blood, let the blood of the man
Be on our hands and on our children
Looking for someone to blame, here we stand
Let the blood, let the blood of the man
The charge for His life ever rest upon us
Guilty, here we stand
Was there a voice numbered among them?
Was there an image that looked like me?
Could it be, the cry of abuse, the cold accusation
Could change to a prayer, a sinners plea
The hope for all the nations for every boy and girl
The surety that life is not in vain
Just like at Calvary's station
The cry heard round the world
To cover over us with precious stain
Let the blood, let the blood of the man
Be on our hands and on our children
We're the receivers of grace, here we stand
Let the blood, let the blood of the man
The fruit of his life ever blessed and holy
Spotless, here we stand
Let the blood of the man
Be on our hands and on our children
We're the receivers of grace, here we stand
Let the blood, let the blood of the man
The fruit of his life ever blessed and holy
Spotless, here we stand
Let the blood of the man
Be on our hands and on our children
We're the receivers of grace, here we stand
Let the blood, let the blood of the man
The fruit of his life ever blessed and holy
Spotless, here we stand
Here we stand, oh-oh-oh...
Let the blood, let the blood of the man
The fruit of his life ever blessed and holy
Spotless, here we stand