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HYMN 155

C. M.

Christ our passover.

Lo, the destroying angel flies

To Pharaoh's stubborn land;

The pride and flower of Egypt dies

By his vindictive hand.

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.

Thus the appointed Lamb must bleed,

To break the Egyptian yoke;

Thus Isr'el is from bondage freed,

And 'scapes the angel's stroke.

Lord, if my heart were sprinkled too

With blood so rich as thine,

Justice no longer would pursue

This guilty soul of mine.

Jesus our passover was slain,

And has at once procured

Freedom from Satan's heavy chain,

And God's avenging sword.

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