Lo, the Destroying Angel Flies

Lo

the de­stroy­ing an­gel flies

To Pha­raoh’s stub­born land!

The pride and flow­er of Egypt dies

By his vin­dic­tive hand.

He passed the tents of Ja­cob o’er

Nor poured the wrath di­vine;

He saw the blood on ev­ery door

And blessed the peace­ful sign.

Thus the ap­point­ed Lamb must bleed

To break the Egyp­tian yoke;

Thus Is­ra­el is from bond­age freed

And ’scapes the an­gel’s stroke.

Lord

if my heart were sprin­kled too

With blood so rich as Thine

Justice no long­er would pur­sue

This guil­ty soul of mine.

Jesus our Pass­ov­er was slain

And has at once pro­cured

Freedom from Sa­tan’s hea­vy chain

And God’s av­eng­ing sword.