The Lamb’s High Banquet Called to Share

The Lamb’s high ban­quet called to share

Arrayed in gar­ments white and fair

The Red Sea past

we fain would sing

To Je­sus our tri­umph­ant king.

Upon the al­tar of the cross

His bo­dy hath re­deemed our loss;

And

tast­ing of His pre­cious blood

Our life is hid with Him in God.

Protected in the Pas­chal night

From the de­stroy­ing an­gel’s might

In tri­umph went the ran­somed free

From Pha­raoh’s cru­el ty­ran­ny.

Now Christ our Pass­ov­er is slain

The Lamb of God with­out a stain;

His flesh

the true un­lea­vened bread

Is free­ly of­fered in our stead.

O all suf­fi­cient sac­ri­fice

Beneath Thee hell de­feat­ed lies;

Thy cap­tive people are set free

And crowns of life re­stored by Thee.

We hymn Thee ris­ing from the grave

From death re­turn­ing

strong to save;

Thine own right hand the ty­rant chains

And para­dise for man re­gains.

All praise be Thine

O ris­en Lord

From death to end­less life re­stored;

All praise to God the Fa­ther be

And Ho­ly Ghost eter­nal­ly.