28. Blood is the Price of Heaven

Blood is the price of heaven;
All sin that price exceeds;
Oh come to be forgiven, — ■
He bleeds.
My Saviour bleeds!
Bleeds!

Under the olive boughs,
Fallhig like ruby beads,
The Blood drops from His brows,
He bleeds,
My Saviour bleeds!
Bleeds!

While the fierce scourges fall,
The Precious Blood still pleads:
In front of Pilate's hall
He bleeds,
My Saviour bleeds!
Bleeds!

Beneath the thorny crown
The crimson fountain speeds j
See how it trickles down, —
He bleeds,
My Saviour bleeds!
Bleeds!

Bearing the fatal wood
His band of saints He leads,
Marking the way with Blood;
He bleeds.
My Saviour bleeds!
Bleeds!

On Calvary His shame
With Biood stiii intercedes;
His open A¥onnd- proclaim —
He bleeds,
My Saviour bleeds!
Bleeds!

He hangs upon the tree,
Hangs there for my misdeeds;
He sheds His Blood for me;
He bleeds,
My Saviour bleeds!
Bleeds!
Ah me! His soul is fled;
Yet still for my great needs
He bleeds when He is dead;
He bleeds,
My Saviour bh eds!
Bleeds!

His Blcod is flowing still;
My thirsty soul it feeds;
He lets me drink my fill;
He bleeds,
My Saviour bleeds!
Bleeds!

O Sweet! O Precious Blood!
What love, what love it hreevls,
Kaiisom, Keward, and Food,
He bleeds,
My Saviour bleeds!
Bleeds!