| | |
|
| 1 | When God's judgment fell on Egypt, |
| There was weeping everywhere; |
| For the angel smote the firstborn |
| Of the people dwelling there. |
| But some houses God passed over, |
| As His word had said before, |
| And death entered not the dwellings |
| Where the blood was on the door. |
|
| 2 | Tears and prayers can never save us, |
| All our works are but in vain, |
| Lives possessed of purest merits |
| Cannot cleanse sin's awful stain; |
| Only by the blood of Jesus, |
| Who for us the judgment bore, |
| We can calmly face the future, |
| When His blood is on the door. |
|
| 3 | Come, now, trust in Christ the Saviour, |
| He who died upon the tree; |
| His atoning blood most precious |
| There was shed for you and me. |
| Sheltered by the blood of Jesus, |
| We are saved forevermore, |
| Saved from hell and saved for heaven |
| By the blood upon the door. |
|