AT the Lamb's high feast we sing

Praise to our victorious King, Who hath wash'd us in the tide Flowing from His pierced side.

Where the Paschal blood is pour'd, Death's dark angel sheathes his sword; Israel's host 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.

Mighty Victim from the sky,
Hell's fierce powers beneath Thee lie;

70.

Thou hast conquer'd in the fight,
Thou hast brought us life and light:

Now no more can death appal,
Now no more the grave enthral;
Thou hast open'd paradise,
And in Thee Thy saints shall rise.

Easter triumph, Easter joy,
Sin alone can this destroy;
From sin's power do Thou set free
Souls new-born, O Lord, in Thee.

men.,