1 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.
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Precious blood upon the door,
Saving blood upon the door;
O, my soul, there is no danger,
When the blood is on the door.
2 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. [Refrain]
3 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. [Refrain]