At the Lamb's High Feast We Sing

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 dread 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 powers 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 your saints in you shall rise.

4 Easter triumph, Easter joy,
this alone can sin destroy!
From sin's power, Lord, set us free,
new-born souls in you to be.
Father, who the crown shall give;
Savior, by whose death we live;
Spirit, guide through all our days;
Three in One, your name we praise.

Source: Lift Up Your Hearts: psalms, hymns, and spiritual songs #832