Letras
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 of my wrongdoings
And the wicked life I've lived
In the presence of Jehovah
As I stand before the thorne
The accuser of the brethren
Starts to read the things I've done
As he reads the awful charges
A question fills my mind
Why should I not be put in hell
To suffer for all time?
But it's through the blood
That's all I have to cling
It's through the blood
That Jesus shed for me
Not by works of my own righteousness
For filthy rags are they
It's because of that old rugged tree
Standing on dark Calvary
Yes, that is my only plea
It's through the blood
When I'm walking through a valley
And I think there's no way up
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
It's through the blood
That's all I have to cling
It's through the blood
That Jesus shed for me
Not by works of my own righteousness
For filthy rags are they
It's because of that old rugged tree
Hanging on dark Calvary
Yes that is my only plea
It's through the blood
O precious is the flow
That makes me white as snow
No other fount I know
Its through the blood
Its through the blood
Only through His blood