Guilty nail-pierced holy vein,
Jesus bore the loss;
There was blood with holy pain;
Dripping from the cross.

Jesus, Thou hast loved us so,
Tho' we be so gross;
Saved us by the living flow,
Dripping from the cross.

Sick and faint my soul did seem,
Poisoned by sin's dross;
But relief came by the stream,
Dripping from the cross.

Tho'tless that for sin I owe,
Counted not my loss;
Grateful now to view the flow,
Dripping from the cross.

Worldly pleasures once my dream,
Tempted by their gloss;
Till I saw the scarlet stream,
Dripping from the cross.

All because He loved us so,
He sustained the crimson flow;
Keep my heart fixed on Thy woe,
Dripping from the cross.