The Lamb�s high banquet we await
In snow white robes of royal state;
And now, the Red Sea�s channel past,
To Christ, our Prince, we sing at last.

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 Pharaoh�s ruthless tyranny.

Now Christ our Paschal Lamb is slain;
The Lamb of God that knows no stain;
The true oblation offered here,
Our own unleavened Bread sincere.

O Thou from Whom hell�s monarch flies,
O great, O very Sacrifice,
Thy captive people are set free,
And endless life restored in Thee.

For Christ, arising from the dead,
From conquered hell victorious sped;
He thrusts the tyrant down to chains,
And Paradise for man regains.