1 Lo, the destroying Angel flies
To Pharaoh's stubborn Land!
The Pride and Flow'r of Egypt dies
By his vindictive Hand.
2 He pass'd the Tents of Jacob o'er,
Nor poured the Wrath divine;
He saw the Blood on ev'ry Door,
And bless'd the peaceful Sign.
3 Thus the appointed Lamb must bleed,
To break th' Egyptian Yoke;
Thus Israel is from Bondage freed,
And 'scapes the Angel's Stroke.
4 Lord, if my Heart were sprinkled too
With Blood so rich as thine,
Justice no longer would pursue
This guilty Soul of mine.
5 Jesus our Passover, was slain,
And has at once procur'd
Freedom from Satan's heavy Chain,
And God's avenging Sword.
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First Line: | Lo, the destroying Angel flies |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1769 |
Topic: | Christ our Passover |