Exodus 12:3, 13
Beneath the blood stained lintel I with my children stand,
A messenger of evil Is passing through the land,
There is no other refuge from the destroyer’s face,
Beneath the blood stained lintel shall be our hiding place.
The Lamb of God has suffered, our sins and griefs He bore,
By faith the blood is sprinkled above our dwelling’s door.
The foe who seeks to enter doth fear that sacred sign,
Tonight the blood stained lintel shall shelter me and mine.
My Savior, for my dear ones I claim Thy promise true.
The Lamb is “for the household” the childrens Savior too.
On earth the little children once felt Thy touch divine;
Beneath the Blood-stained lintel Thy blessing give to mine.
O Thou who gave them, guard them those wayward little feet,
The wilderness before them, the ills of life to meet.
My mother love is helpless; I trust them to Thy care!
Beneath the Blood-stained lintel, oh, keep us ever there!
The faith I rest upon Thee Thou wilt not disappoint;
With wisdom, Lord, to train them, my shrinking heart anoint.
Without my children, Father, I cannot see Thy face;
I plead the Blood-stained lintel, Thy covenant of grace.
Oh, wonderful Redeemer, who suffered for our sake,
When oer the guilty nations the judgment storm shall break,
With joy from that safe shelter may we then meet Thine eye,
Beneath the Blood-stained lintel, my children, Lord, and I.