The Blood upon the Door

When the Lord passed ov­er Egypt

There was weep­ing ev­ery­where

For the an­gel smote the first­born

Of each fa­mi­ly dwell­ing there;

But some hous­es He passed ov­er

As His word had said be­fore

And death en­tered not the por­tals

Where the blood was on the door.

Precious blood up­on the door

Saving blood up­on the door;

O

my soul

there is no dan­ger

When the blood is on the door.

We are in a land of dan­ger

And death lurks on ev­ery hand;

But that soul has per­fect safe­ty

Who ob­eys the Lord’s com­mand;

For se­cure in God’s pa­vil­ion

He can watch life’s break­ers roar

For God’s an­gels guard that dwell­ing

Where the blood is on the door.

Not the blood of lambs or cat­tle

Sprinkled ov­er any part

But the blood of Christ the Sav­ior

Can re­deem a hu­man heart;

Then when death those ties shall sev­er

And we walk on earth no more

We may live with Christ for­ev­er

If His blood is on the door.