The Lamb's high banquet we await
in snow-white robes of royal state;
and now, the Red Sea's channel passed,
to Christ, our Prince, we sing at
Upon the altar of the cross
his Body hath redeemed our loss;
and tasting of his roseate Blood,
our life is hid with
him in God.
That paschal eve God's arm was bared;
the devastating angel spared:
by strength of hand our hosts went free
from Pharoah's ruthless tyranny.
Now Christ our Passover is slain,
the Lamb of God that knows no stain;
the true oblation offered
our own unleavened Bread sincere.
O thou from whom hell's monarch flies,
O great, O very Sacrifice,
people are set free,
and endless life restored in thee.
For Christ, arising from the dead,
from conquered hell victorious
he thrusts the tyrant down to chains,
and paradise for man regains.
Maker of all, to thee we pray,
fulfill in us thy
when death assails, grant, Lord, that we
may share thy paschal victory.
To thee who, dead, again dost live,
glory, Lord, thy people give;
all glory, as is every meet,
to Father and to Paraclete.