His Blood Is Dropping Down

Upon the cross our Sav­ior died

On Cal­va­ry’s brow was cru­ci­fied;

See from His hands

His feet

His side

His blood is drop­ping down.

His blood is drop­ping

drop­ping down

His blood is drop­ping

drop­ping down;

O sin­ner

get be­neath the cross

His blood is drop­ping down.

For you the thorns once pierced His brow

He drank the cup

we know not how;

And for sal­va­tion ev­en now

His blood is drop­ping down.

O sin­ner

come to Him to­day

For He hath told you that you may;

He’ll wash your guilt and sin away

His blood is drop­ping down.

No long­er then be tem­pest tossed:

In Je­sus rest

He paid the cost;

And that your soul may not be lost

His blood is drop­ping down.