Lo, the destroying angel flies
by Isaac Watts·1707·Meter 8.6.8.6 (CM)
1
Lo, the destroying angel flies
To Pharaoh's stubborn land;
The pride and flower of Egypt dies
By his vindictive hand.
2
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.
3
Thus the appointed Lamb must bleed,
To break the Egyptian yoke;
Thus Isr'el is from bondage freed,
And 'scapes the angel's stroke.
4
Lord, if my heart were sprinkled too
With blood so rich as thine,
Justice no longer would pursue
This guilty soul of mine.
5
Jesus our passover was slain,
And has at once procured
Freedom from Satan's heavy chain,
And God's avenging sword.