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| 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. |
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| 2 | 'Twas the blood that safely sheltered, |
| While upon the lamb they fed; |
| Not their place, though highly favored; |
| All must rest on "God hath said." |
| Oh what peace, what joy, what safety, |
| As the Angel passed them o'er; |
| Not by works, or thoughts, or feelings, |
| But the blood upon the door. |
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| 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 for evermore, |
| Saved from hell and saved for heaven |
| By the blood upon the door. |
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