A Mother’s Trust

Beneath the bloodstained lintel I with my children stand;

A messenger of judgment is passing trough the land,

There is no other refuge from the destroyer’s face–

Beneath the bloodstained 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 Lord, Who judges righteously, has given that sacred sing;

Tonight the bloodstained lintel shall shelter me and mine.

My Savior, for my dear ones, I claim Thy promise true;

The Lamb is “for the household” – the children’s Savior too.

On earth the little children once felt thy touch divine;

Beneath the bloodstained lintel – Thy blessing give to mine.

O Thou Who gavest, guard them – those wayward little feet,

The wilderness before them, the ills of life to meet.

My mother-love is helpless, I trust them to Thy care!

Beneath the bloodstained lintel – my place is ever there.

The faith I rest upon Thee, Thou wilt not disappoint;

With wisdom, Lord, to train them, my shrinking heart anoint.

With all my children, Father, I then shall see Thy face –

Under the bloodstained lintel – the token of Thy grace.

O wonderful Redeemer, Who suffered for our sake,

When o’er the guilty nations the judgment storm shall break,

With joy from that safe shelter, may we then meet Thine eye,

Beneath the bloodstained lintel, my children, Lord, and I.

                                                      – Anonymous