Beneath the blood stained lintil
Phil Keaggy
Beneath the blood stained lintil 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 lintil 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 lintil shall shelter me and mine.
Beneath the blood stained lintil 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 lintil shall be our hiding place