Sean Feucht - The power of the blood

^GTwo hands held the ^Dweight When the weight was too ^Cmuch ^{Em D G}Three nails held the ^Dworld As sin and Deity ^Ctouched ^{Em D}

The stream that bled ^Emsalva^D/F#tion ^Gdown The healing fount that ^Ememp^Dties ^Gnot No victory can ^Ccome ^Dwith^Emout The power of the ^Cblood of ^DJe^Gsus

^GThough for a single ^Dsoul You would shoulder the ^Ccost ^{Em D G}Instead the sins of ^Dall You bore on the ^Ccross ^EmIt was e^Dnough

The stream that bled ^Emsalva^Dtion ^Gdown The healing fount that ^Ememp^Dties ^Gnot No victory can ^Ccome ^Dwith^Emout The power of the ^Cblood of ^DJe^Gsus This river of re^Emdemp^Dtion ^Gflows It washes every ^Emstain ^Dof ^Gsin Our victory is ^Chere ^Dwith^Emin The power of the ^Cblood of ^DJe^Gsus

^D This is the^Em power that^C changes^G me ^D This is the ^Empower that ^Csets me ^Gfree ^D I’m justi^Emfied for e^Cterni^Gty In the ^Cblood of ^DJe^Gsus ^D This is the ^Empower that ^Cbreaks the ^Gchains ^D That heals my ^Emwounds and ^Ctakes my ^Gshame ^D For I am ^Emloved and ^Ccalled by ^Gname In the ^Cblood of ^DJe^Gsus In the ^Cblood of ^DJe^Gsus

The stream that bled ^Emsalva^D/F#tion ^Gdown The healing fount that ^Ememp^D/F#ties ^Gnot No victory can ^Ccome ^Dwith^Emout The power of the ^Cblood of ^DJe^Gsus