Arranged by Dale Lieser
When I think of heaven and all the sights I'll see,
the walls of jasper, gates of pearl the clear and golden streets
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 throne
The accuser of the brethren 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 my works of my own righteousness,
for filthy rags are they;
But because of that old rugged tree hanging on dark Calvary.
This is my only plea: It's through the blood.
When I'm walking through the valley, and I feel there's no way out,
When the winds of sorrow that threaten me and they turn my world around;
That's when I turn to Jesus, and the price He paid for me
I can lift my hand in praise to Him and shout the victory.
It's through the blood that Jesus shed for me.
Not my works of my own righteousness,
for filthy rags are they;
But because of that old rugged tree hanging on dark Calvary.
This is my only plea: It's through the blood.
But because of that old rugged tree, Hanging on the Calvary.
This is my only plea. IT'S THROUGH THE BLOOD.
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