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 Christ 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 the 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,
Have the pow'r of sin destroyed.
From the pow'r of sin set free,
Newborn souls in Christ are we.
Hymns of glory, songs of praise,
Father, unto you we raise;
Praise to you, our risen Lord,
And the Spirit we accord.