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
As I stand before the thorne
The accuser of the bretheren
Starts to read the things I've done
 As I hear the 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
The wind 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
 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
But because of that old rugged tree
Hanging on dark Calvary
That is my only plea
It's Through the Blood