Blood on My Doorpost

His Blood is on the doorpost of my heart—
A sign that Satan must pass over me
For I am claimed as His and He imparts
His love as I forever bend my knee.
There I am washed by Son, the Father’s Lamb,
A sacrifice who cleanses me from sin:
Our Father’s gift through Him, the great I Am,
And with His Blood I am now born again. 
I sing His praise with angels are on high—
With heaven’s chorus my poor words unite—
In exultation join their joyful cry
As we are bathed in His eternal light.
His Blood by Spirit makes me clean inside,
And Triune Love within me now abides.