At the Lamb’s High Feast

1.

At the Lamb’s high feast we sing

Praise to our victorious King,

He has washed us in the tide

Flowing from his wounded side;

Praise we him, whose love divine

Gives his sacred blood for wine,

Gives his body for the feast,

Christ the victim, Christ the priest.

2.

Where the Paschal blood is poured,

Death’s dark angel sheathes his sword;

Israel’s hosts triumphant go

Through the wave that drowns the foe.

Praise we Christ, whose blood was shed,

Paschal victim, Paschal bread!

With sincerity and love

Eat we manna from above.

3.

Mighty victim from the sky,

Hell's fierce pow'rs beneath you lie;

You have conquered in the fight,

You have brought us life and light:

Now no more can death appall,

Now no more the grave enthrall;

You have opened Paradise,

And in you the saints shall rise.

4.

Easter triumph, Easter joy,

This alone can sin destroy;

From sin’s pow’r, Lord set us free,

Newborn souls in you to be.

Hymns of glory, songs of praise,

Father, unto thee we raise:

And to you , out risen King,

With the Spirit, praise we sing.