The Mother's Trust

Narrator: Chris Genthree
Duration: 2min
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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 Savior, for my dear ones, I claim Thy promise true;
The Lamb is “for the household” — the children’s 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 little, wayward 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.
Oh, wonderful Redeemer, who suffered for our sake,
When o’er the guilty nations Thy judgment-storm shall break,
With joy from that safe shelter shall we then meet Thine eye,
Beneath the blood-stained lintel, my children, Lord, and I.
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