The Passover

1The day is dead, and Egypt's night returning,
Is dark and still in death's prophetic gloom.
The world sleeps on, but Israel's lamp is burning;
At midnight sounds the oppressor's note of doom.

Refrain"I will pass over you, when I see the blood;" I will pass over you,— 'tis a saving flood. "I will pass over you, when I see the blood," The precious blood of Jesus.

2The Lamb is slain, the Sacrifice immortal,
Whose life received creates the soul anew;
His blood is shed,— but is it on the portal?
O haste and see! doth it avail for you?

3Not there? not there? no crimson on the lintel?
Delay! delay!
O thou destroying One!
Give grace! give grace! it must be more than mental:
My heart! my heart! let there thy work be done.

4Art safe, my soul?— rest not in thy salvation,
Else thou art not like Him who came to die;
In love go forth with mercy's invitation,
Awake the world! death's angel passes by.