At the Lamb’s High Feast We Sing

At the Lamb’s high feast we sing

Praise to our vic­tor­ious king

Who hath washed us in the tide

Flowing from his pierc­èd 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.

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.

Christ

our Pas­chal lamb

is slain

Holy vic­tim

with­out stain;

Death and hell de­feat­ed lie

Heav’n un­folds its gates on high.

Mighty Vic­tim from the sky

Hell’s fierce pow­ers be­neath Thee lie;

Thou hast con­quered in the fight

Thou hast brought us life and light;

Now no more can death ap­pall

Now no more the grave en­thrall;

Thou hast opened para­dise

And in Thee Thy saints shall rise.

Paschal tri­umph

East­er joy

Only sin can this de­stroy;

From sin’s death do Thou set free

Souls re­born

O Lord

in Thee.

Hymns of glo­ry and of praise

Father

to Thee we raise;

Risen Lord

all praise to Thee

Ever with the Spir­it be.