Through the Blood

1 There is forgiveness, God doth say,
Thro’ the blood,
Thro’ the blood;
Both sin and guilt are put away,
Thro’ the blood,
Thro’ the blood;
And sinners fitted for the sky,
Yes, unto God Himself bro’t nigh,
Made meet to dwell with Christ on high,
Thro’ the blood,
Thro’ the blood!

2 ‘Tis not your work puts sin away,
But the blood,
But the blood;
Nor is it gold, God’s Word doth say,
But the blood,
But the blood;
Yes, ‘tis the blood, the precious blood
Of Christ, the chosen Lamb of God,
That clears away sin’s heavy load:
Precious blood,
Precious blood!

3 You may be washed as white as snow
In the blood,
In the blood;
And then to glory bright will go,
Thro’ the blood,
Thro’ the blood;
So come to Christ; O come today!
That you may praise—yes, praise for aye,
The Lamb who washed your sins away
In the blood,
In the blood!

4 Thousands of souls in heav’n will be,
Thro’ the blood,
Thro’ the blood,
Praising the Lamb, who on the tree
Shed His blood,
Shed His blood;
All white and pure, all glorious fair,
they praise the Lamb, whose joy they share;
Oh, happy throng! will you be there
Thro’ the blood,
Thro’ the blood?


Source: Choice Hymns of the Faith #170