Christ our passover. <br /> <br />Lo, the destroying angel flies <br />To Pharaoh's stubborn land; <br />The pride and flower of Egypt dies <br />By his vindictive hand. <br /> <br />He passed the tents of Jacob o'er, <br />Nor poured the wrath divine; <br />He saw the blood on every door, <br />And blessed the peaceful sign. <br /> <br />Thus the appointed Lamb must bleed, <br />To break the Egyptian yoke; <br />Thus Isr'el is from bondage freed, <br />And 'scapes the angel's stroke. <br /> <br />Lord, if my heart were sprinkled too <br />With blood so rich as thine, <br />Justice no longer would pursue <br />This guilty soul of mine. <br /> <br />Jesus our passover was slain, <br />And has at once procured <br />Freedom from Satan's heavy chain, <br />And God's avenging sword.<br /><br />Isaac Watts<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hymn-155/
