It's through the blood
When I think of heaven and all the sights I'll see
The walls of Jasper, gates of pearl, the clear and golden street
Why should I be present? Why should I enter in?
After all the sinful living, and the wicked one I've been
In the presence of Jehovah, I stand before the throne
The accusers of the brethren starts to read the things I've done
As I hear that awful charges the question fills my mind
Why should I not be put in hell to suffer for all time?
It's through the blood, that's all I have to plea
It's through the blood, that Jesus shed for me
Not by works of my own righteousness for filthy rags are they
But because of that old rugged tree hanging on dark Calvary
That is my only plea it's through the blood
When I'm walking through a valley, and I feel there's no way out
When the winds of sorrow threaten me and they turn my world around
That's when I look to Jesus, and the price He paid for me
I can lift my hands in praise to Him and shout the victory
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