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.
Words and Music by Ira F. Stanphill, 1955
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.
Words and Music by Ira F. Stanphill, 1955