He Shed His Last Drop For Me

He shed the Last Drop For Me When the story is finely written And the speckled bird, about to fly When the counter has made his final count And the Spirit has tried his last try When the book is about to close And the pleader issued his final plea And the curtain is set to drop He shed his last drop for me When heaven’s doors are opened And the trumpet is near to sound And that which was from the beginning Shepards his sheep from lost to found He who lingers in the shadows Opens the eyes, that all might see And though I fail him in the flesh He shed his last drop for me The Book’s pages are almost full And this life will be no more And each name is recorded And the tally reveals the score for the wine cup is nearly full and the bread is under the lee The redeemed are cleansed by his blood And he shed his last drop for me