1 Christ, our passover, is slain,
To set his people free,
Free from sin's Egyptian chain,
And Pharaoh's tyranny.
Lord, that we may now depart,
And truly serve our pardoning God,
Sprinkle every house and heart
With thine atoning blood.
2 Let the angel of the Lord
His awful charge fulfil,
Let his pestilential sword
The first-born victims kill;
Safe in snares and deaths we dwell,
Protected by that crimson sign,
From the rage of earth and hell,
And from the wrath divine.
3 Wilt thou not a difference make
Betwixt thy friend and foe,
Vengeance on the Egyptians take,
And grace to Israel shew?
Know'st thou not, most righteous God,
We on the paschal lamb rely?
See us cover'd with the blood,
And pass thy people by.
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|Topic:||Characters and Representations of Christ: Passover; Christ: Passover|