In light of the discussion, I thought this was pertinent:

This is the Christ by J. E. Faust & J. Pinborough
They heard His voice, a voice so mild,
It pierced them through and made their souls to quake,
They saw Him come, a man in white,
The Savior who had suffered for their sake
They felt the wounds in hands and side,
And each could testify: This is the Christ.
This is the Christ, the Holy Son of God,
Our Savior, Lord, Redeemer of mankind.
This is the Christ, the healer of our souls
Who ransomed us with love divine.

I read His works, the words He prayed
While bearing sorrow in Gethsemane,
I feel His love, the price He paid
How many drops of blood were spilled for me?
With saints of old in Joyful cry
I to can testify: This is the Christ:
This is the Christ, the holy Son of God,
Our Savior, Lord, Redeemer of mankind.
This is the Christ, the healer of our souls
Who ransomed us with purest love divine.


The line: "How many drops of blood were spilled for me' always make me stop and think about my life as well as how much the Savior care about me.