| Beneath the blood stained lintel I with my children stand
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| A messenger of evil Is passing through the land
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| There is no other refuge from the destroyer’s face
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| Beneath the blood stained lintel shall be our hiding place
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| The Lamb of God has suffered our sins and griefs He bore
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| By faith the blood is sprinkled above our dwelling’s door
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| The foe who seeks to enter doth fear that sacred sign
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| Tonight the blood stained lintel shall shelter me and mine
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| Beneath the blood stained lintel I with my children stand
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| A messenger of evil Is passing through the land
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| There is no other refuge from the destroyer’s face
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| Beneath the blood stained lintel shall be our hiding place |