424. At the Lamb's High Feast

1 At the Lamb's high feast we sing
Praise to our victorious King,
Who has washed us in the tide
Flowing from his wounded 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.

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.

3 Mighty victim from the sky,
Hell's fierce pow'rs beneath you lie;
You have conquered in the fight,
You have brought us life and light:
Now no more can death appall,
Now no more the grave enthrall;
You have opened Paradise,
And in you the saints shall rise.

4 Easter triumph, Easter joy,
This alone can sin destroy;
From sin's pow'r, Lord, set us free,
Newborn souls in you to be.
Hymns of glory, songs of praise,
Father, unto you we raise:
And to you, our risen King,
With the Spirit, praise we sing.

Text Information
First Line: At the Lamb's high feast we sing
Title: At the Lamb's High Feast
Latin Title: Ad regias Agni dapes
Translator: Robert Campbell, 1814-1868 (alt.)
Meter: 77 77 D
Language: English
Publication Date: 2003
Scripture: ; ;
Source: Latin, 4th cent.
Tune Information
Composer: Jakob Hintze, 1622-1702
Meter: 77 77 D
Key: D Major

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