The Mother’s Trust

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Listen from:
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.