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 piercéd 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, pow'rs of hell beneath Thee lie; death is conquered in the fight, Thou hast brought us life and light; hymns of glory and of praise, risen Lord, to Thee we raise; Holy Father, praise to Thee, with the Spirit, ever be.