I've drunk the blood of Him who died for me,
And from this taste my eyes, made open, see
A host of many more than I could count
Whose faith nor men nor Satan could surmount.
Their blood has flowed in rivers to the ground,
And Abel and his kin shout out the sound
That courses through my veins that flow in faith
In Him who loved the sinners unto death.
And that is why, dear friend, in midst of strife,
I point you to this jewel of our life,
And ask that you forget the wars of men
To sing the song of victory again:
"When wars and all their rumors you may hear,
Look up, for your redemption draweth near."