Christ, Our Passover

Verse 1

Our Lamb is slain, the Paschal Lamb, Of which the old is but a token; Tho’ shadowed in the midnight past, There’s not a word has e’er been broken.

Chorus

I’m under the blood, the passover blood, The Lam was “slain from the foundation:” It points to the side of Jesus, who died, And purchased for us salvation.

Verse 2

Come, climb to Calv’ry’s mournful site, And see the streaming wounds of Jesus; The spotless victim yields his life, And from the sword of justice frees us.

Verse 3

I’ll ne’er forget when first, by faith, I saw my Saviour, bleeding, dying; And there again, for Perfect Love, I plunged into the fountain, crying.

Verse 4

There’s sweet repose beneath the cross, And safety when the blood doth cover; For God has spoken in his word, “When I see the blood, I will pass over.”

Verse 5

The blood’s the bridge that spans the gulf, And brings us near to God, and Heaven; It flows for you, it flows for me, O sinner, come, ’tis freely given.