It's Through the Blood

When I think of Heaven and all the sights I'll see
 The walls of jaspar, 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