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.