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 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 by works of my own righteousness For filthy rags are they But because of that old rugged tree Hanging on Mt. 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 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 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 Mt. Calvary That is my only plea It's through the blood Yes, because of that old rugged tree Hanging on Mt. Calvary That is my only plea It's through the blood