 My friend, is your robe washed and made white in the blood of the Lamb? Will you one day stand at the portals of glory and sing the song of redemption redeemed by the blood? No wonder Peter called it precious blood. Oh, as of a lamb without blemish and without spot. I rather imagine that old John shouted when he stood there and saw the great number, which no man can number, having their robes washed in the blood of Christ. Listen, friend.