Lamb’s High Banquet We Await

March 29, 2013, 0 Comments

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.

Words: Latin, ca. 6th Century; tr. John Mason Neale, 19th Century.

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