Lo, the destroying angel flies

Verse 1

Lo, the destroying angel flies To Pharaoh's stubborn land; The pride and flower of Egypt dies By his vindictive hand.

Verse 2

He passed the tents of Jacob o'er, Nor poured the wrath divine; He saw the blood on every door, And blessed the peaceful sign.

Verse 3

Thus the appointed Lamb must bleed, To break the Egyptian yoke; Thus Isr'el is from bondage freed, And 'scapes the angel's stroke.

Verse 4

Lord, if my heart were sprinkled too With blood so rich as thine, Justice no longer would pursue This guilty soul of mine.

Verse 5

Jesus our passover was slain, And has at once procured Freedom from Satan's heavy chain, And God's avenging sword.