A Thousand Drops of Blood

A thousand drops of blood
Once had been shed for me
To puddle and then flood
From my iniquity

Like the vinyard's winepress
The Savior bled for me
I caused Him great distress
T'was terrible, indeed

Some day may I see Him
And feel His love for me
I'll see His pierced bosom
Too, His prints marked plainly

I, in perfect likeness
While His scars still remain
He in fullest brightness
Will heal me of what is lame

A thousand tears of joy
Cannot be enough
For all I can enjoy
The greatest of which is love