The Blood Is All My Plea (Eisenbeis)

To Je­sus’ blood I owe

My soul’s su­prem­est good;

It brought re­demp­tion down to me

It led me up to God.

The blood is all my plea

The blood is all my need;

The blood of Je­sus cleans­eth me

His blood is life in­deed.

I wan­dered far from God

The road was rough and wild;

I called

and Je­sus an­swer­ing said:

Come un­to Me

My child.

I looked

and lo! I saw

The blood be­sprink­led door

’Twas op­en

and I hast­ened in

To wan­der forth no more.

How hap­py now my lot

I’ve found my long sought rest;

The blood

the blood my on­ly plea

Makes me se­rene­ly blest.