1 On the golden streets of heaven all men hope to walk some day,
Yet so many are not willing to accept the living way;
But while others build on good works or opinions if they may,
Hallelujah! hallelujah! I'm depending on the blood.
Refrain:
In the soul-cleansing blood of the Saviour,
I've been wash'd in the crimson flood;
Tho' the world may say
There is hope some other way,
I'm depending on the blood.
2 Some will tell us that God's mercy is their only hope and plea,
That a soul He could not punish thro'out all eternity;
But I read that my dear Saviour died for sinners just like me,
Hallelujah! hallelujah! I'm depending on the blood. [Refrain]
3 As we look back thro' the ages where the kings and prophets trod,
We may see their altars reeking with the sacrifice and blood;
But those types were only pointing to the Paschal Lamb of God,
Hallelujah! hallelujah! I'm depending on the blood. [Refrain]
4 'Tis the burden of that chorus over on the streets of light,
That the blood from Calv'ry's mountain hath wash'd all their garments white;
So I'll shout along life's pathway till I reach that land so bright,
Hallelujah! hallelujah! I'm depending on the blood. [Refrain]