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,
newborn 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.