Ironside-Keaggy

Beneath the blood stained lintel 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 lintel 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 lintel shall shelter me and mine

Beneath the blood stained lintel 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 lintel shall be our hiding place