95b. At the Lamb's high feast we sing

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.

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. A-men.

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.

4 Paschal triumph, Paschal joy,
Sin alone can this destroy;
From sin's power do thou set free
Souls new-born, O Lord, in thee.
Hymns of glory, songs of praise,
Father, unto thee we raise:
Risen Lord, all praise to thee
With the Spirit ever be.


Text Information
First Line: At the Lamb's high feast we sing
Translator: Robert Campbell, 1814 - 68
Meter: 7 7, 7 7. D.
Publication Date: 1958
Topic: The Church Year: Easter; Sacraments and Rites: Holy Communion
Tune Information
Composer: John Richardson, 1816 - 79
Meter: 7 7, 7 7. D.
Key: E♭ Major

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