The Lamb’s High Banquet We Await

The Lamb’s high ban­quet we await

In snow white robes of roy­al state;

And now

the Red Sea’s chan­nel past

To Christ

our Prince

we sing at last.

Upon the al­tar of the cross

His bo­dy hath re­deemed our loss;

And tast­ing of His ro­se­ate blood

Our life is hid with Him in God.

That Pas­chal eve God’s arm was bared;

The de­vas­tat­ing an­gel spared:

By strength of hand our hosts went free

From Pha­raoh’s ruth­less ty­ran­ny.

Now Christ our Pas­chal Lamb is slain;

The Lamb of God that knows no stain;

The true obla­tion of­fered here

Our own un­lea­vened bread sin­cere.

O Thou from whom hell’s mon­arch flies

O great

O ve­ry sac­ri­fice

Thy cap­tive peo­ple are set free

And end­less life re­stored in Thee.

For Christ

aris­ing from the dead

From con­quered hell vic­tor­ious sped;

He thrusts the ty­rant down to chains

And para­dise for man re­gains.