La Sangre de Jesús
Generación 12
The Blood of Jesus
You stripped yourself, left everything
In the garden of Gethsemane
In great anguish, the sky listens
To the decision of the Savior
You left the throne, humbled yourself
Taking my guilt and condemnation
With drops of blood, you won the war
Taking captivity captive
Oh, the Blood of Jesus
Precious Blood is here
In solitude, you cried out to the Father
Let your will be done in me
It was a battle, death roared
And in your silence, hell fell
By his wound, we were healed
In his blood is my miracle
