Beneath The Blood-Stained Lintel - Phil Keaggy

Beneath the blood stained lintel I with my children stand

A messenger of evil Is passing through the land

There is no other refuge from the destroyer’s face

Beneath the blood stained lintel shall be our hiding place

The Lamb of God has suffered our sins and griefs He bore

By faith the blood is sprinkled above our dwelling’s door

The foe who seeks to enter doth fear that sacred sign

Tonight the blood stained lintel shall shelter me and mine

Beneath the blood stained lintel I with my children stand

A messenger of evil Is passing through the land

There is no other refuge from the destroyer’s face

Beneath the blood stained lintel shall be our hiding place