I
WHEN THE MAN OF GALILEE HUNG UPON THE CRUEL TREE.
HE WAS DYING FOR SINNERS LIKE ME.
AS THE BLOOD WAS DRIPPING DOWN FROM THE CROSS AND ON THE GROUND.
THEIR WAS ONE DROP, HE JUST FOR ME.
II
WHEN THEY PIERCED HIS PRECIOUS SIDE.
OH FORGIVE THEM NOW HE CRIED, THERE WAS PARDON EXTENDED TO ME.
AS THE BLOOD AND WATER CAME FLOWING THROUGH HIS PRECIOUS VEINS,
THERE WAS ONE DROP HE SHED JUST FOR ME.
III
WHEN WITH ALL THE SAINTS I STAND, OVER IN THAT HAPPY LAND,
AND BEAUTY, I'M ABLE TO SEE, AS I LOOK UPON HIS FACE,
I SHALL THANK HIM FOR HIS GRACE.
AND THAT ONE DROP HE SHED JUST FOR ME.
CHORUS
JUST FOR ME, AND THE SINS OF MY SOUL.
JUST TO CLEANSE ME AND MAKE ME FREE AND WHOLE
AS THE BLOOD WAS DRIPPING DOWN, FROM THE CROSS AND ON THE GROUND.
THERE WAS ONE DROP HE SHED JUST FOR ME.