Vain is the thought of man To merit heaven by prayer; 'Tis only Jesus' precious blood Can give admission there. Could ceaseless prayers ascend, Could tears forever flow; The soul were still unblest, unsaved, And peace could never know. But faith's one look at Christ Expiring on the tree - One heart-believing glance at Him Can set the sinner free. None can without the blood Of Jesus be forgiven; 'Tis resting on the blood alone That fits the soul for heaven.