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 grief 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 ones 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.