Let the angel of the Lord,
His awful charge fulfil ;
Let his pestilential sword

The first-born victims kill :
Safe in snares and death we dwell,
Protected by that crimson sign,
From the rage of earth and hell,
And from the wrath divine.

Wilt Thou not a difference make,
Between Thy friend and foe,
Vengeance on the Egyptians take,
And grace to Israel shew?
Know'st Thou not, most righteous God,
We on the paschal Lamb rely?

See us cover'd with the blood,
And pass Thy people by.

HYMN 20.

HARK! the voice of love and mercy, Sounds aloud from Calvary!

See it rends the rocks asunder,

Shakes the earth, and veils the sky!

"It is finish'd !"

Hear the dying Saviour cry!

"It is finish'd !" Oh what pleasure Do those gracious words afford ! Heav'nly blessings, without measure, Flow to us from Christ the Lord. "It is finish'd !"

Saints, the dying words record.

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your hearts anew, ye seraphs!
Join to sing the pleasing theme;
All on earth, and all in heav'n,
Join to praise Immanuel's name !
Hallelujah!

Glory to the bleeding Lamb!

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HYMN 21.

my Saviour's wondrous death

He conquer'd when He fell :

"'Tis finish'd," said His dying breath, And shook the gates of hell.

" 'Tis finish'd," our Immanuel cries,
The dreadful work is done;
Hence shall His sov'reign throne arise,
His kingdom is begun.

His cross a sure foundation laid
For glory and renown,

When through the regions of the dead
He pass'd, to reach the crown.

Exalted at His Father's side,

Sits our victorious Lord :
To heav'n and hell His hands divide
The vengeance or reward.

The saints, from His propitious eye,
Await their several crowns,

And all the sons of darkness fly

The terror of His frowns.

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