“They shall take to them every man a lamb, according to the house of their fathers, a lamb for an house. . . . It is the Lord’s passover. . . . The blood shall be to you for a token upon the houses where ye are: and when I see the blood, I will pass over you” (Ex. 12:3,11,133Speak ye unto all the congregation of Israel, saying, In the tenth day of this month they shall take to them every man a lamb, according to the house of their fathers, a lamb for an house: (Exodus 12:3)
11And thus shall ye eat it; with your loins girded, your shoes on your feet, and your staff in your hand; and ye shall eat it in haste: it is the Lord's passover. (Exodus 12:11)
13And the blood shall be to you for a token upon the houses where ye are: and when I see the blood, I will pass over you, and the plague shall not be upon you to destroy you, when I smite the land of Egypt. (Exodus 12:13)).
Beneath the blood-stained lintel
I with my children stand;
A messenger of judgment
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 Lord, who judges righteously,
Has given that sacred sign:
Tonight the blood-stained lintel
Shall shelter me and mine.
My Saviour, for my dear ones,
I claim Thy promise true:
The Lamb is “for the household” —
The children’s Saviour 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 —
My place is ever there.
The faith I rest upon Thee,
Thou wilt not disappoint;
With wisdom, Lord, to train them,
My shrinking heart anoint.
With all my children, Father,
I then shall see Thy face —
Under the blood-stained lintel —
The token of Thy grace.