1 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.
2 Upon the altar of the Cross
His Body has redeemed our loss,
And tasting of his precious Blood,
Our life is hid with Christ in God.
3 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.
4 Now Christ our Passover is slain,
The Lamb of God that knows no stain,
And he, the true unleavened Bread,
Is truly our oblation made.
5 *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.
6 *For Christ, arising from the dead,
From conquered hell victorious sped,
He thrusts the tyrant down to chains,
And Paradise for man regains.
7 Maker of all, to thee we pray,
Fulfil in s thy joy today;
When death assails, grant, Lord, that we
May share thy Paschal victory.
Source: The New English Hymnal #101b
|Instances (1 - 3 of 3)||Title||First Line||Tune||Tune Key||Author||Meter||Scripture||Date||Subject||Source|
|The Cyber Hymnal #3711||The Lamb's High Banquet We Await||The Lamb's high banquet we await||REX GLORIOSE||Anonymous; John M. Neale, 1818-1866||LM|
|The New English Hymnal #101a||The Lamb's high banquet we await||The Lamb's high banquet we await||AD CENAM AGNI||J. M. Neale, 1818-1866||1986||The Christian Year | Eastertide; Office Hymn |||Latin, probably 7th century|
|The New English Hymnal #101b||The Lamb's high banquet we await||The Lamb's high banquet we await||DEUS TUORUM MILITUM||J. M. Neale, 1818-1866||1986||The Christian Year | Eastertide; Office Hymn |||Latin, probably 7th century|