At the Lamb's High Feast We Sing

Verse 1:

At the Lamb's high feast we sing Praise to our victorious King, Who hath washed us in the tide Flowing from His pierced 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.

Verse 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.

Verse 3:

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.

Verse 4:

Easter triumph, Easter joy, These alone do sin destroy; From sin's power do Thou set free Souls newborn, O Lord, in Thee. Hymns of glory and of praise, Risen Lord, to Thee we raise; Holy Father, praise to Thee, With the Spirit, ever be.