Classic Poem

GRACIOUS Lord , our children see,
By thy mercy we are free;
But shall these, alas! remain
Subjects still of Satan's reign?
Israel's young ones, when of old
Pharaoh threaten'd to withhold,
Then thy messenger said, " No;
Let the children also go. "

When the angel of the Lord
Drawing forth his dreadful sword,
Slew, with an avenging hand,
All the first-born of the land:
Then thy people's doors he pass'd,
Where the bloody sign was plac'd;
Hear us, now, upon our knees
Plead the blood of C HRIST for these!

Lord , we tremble, for we know
How the fierce malicious foe,
Wheeling round his watchful flight,
Keeps them ever in his sight:
Spread thy pinions, King of kings!
Hide them safe beneath thy wings;
Lest the rav'nous bird of prey
Stoop, and bear the brood away.