Whenever I stand before my maker

And the book is open wide

And the deeds of men both good and bad

Are recorded there inside

There won't be a sinful way beside my name

Or a time I let Him down

For the crimson blood of Jesus

Kept my wrongs from being found



Oh the pages have been stained

By the blood He shed for me

Praise God, I can't read them

Neither can He

What's been forgiven is forgotten

And impossible to see

Bloodstained pages, stained by blood

Shed for me



Whenever I stand in wait of judgment

To account for all my sin

And a diary of the life I've led

Is the evidence brought in

There will be no need of that log of deed

No conviction handed down

For the crimson blood of Jesus

Kept my wrongs from being found



Oh the pages have been stained

By the blood He shed for me

Praise God, I can't read them

Neither can He

What's been forgiven is forgotten

And impossible to see

Bloodstained pages, stained by blood

Shed for me



Oh the pages have been stained

By the blood He shed for me

Praise God, I can't read them

Neither can He

What's been forgiven is forgotten

And impossible to see

Bloodstained pages, stained by blood

That He shed for me

Oh, stained by blood

That He shed for me