🎵 OpenPsalm

Verse 1 At the Lamb’s high feast we sing
Praise to our victorious King,
Who hath washed us in the tide
Flowing from His piercèd side;
Praise we Him, whose love divine,
Gives His sacred Blood for wine,
Gives His Body for the feast,
Christ the Victim, Christ the Priest.

Verse 2 Where the Paschal blood is poured,
Death’s dark angel sheaths his 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.

Verse 3 Mighty Victim from on high!
Pow’rs of hell beneath Thee lie;
Death is broken in the fight,
Thou hast brought us life and light:
Now Thy banner Thou dost wave,
Conquering Satan and the grave.
See the prince of darkness quell’d;
Heav’n’s bright gates are open held.

Verse 4 Paschal triumph, Paschal joy,
Sin alone can this destroy;
From sin’s death do Thou set free
Souls reborn, dear Lord, in Thee.
Hymns of glory, songs of praise,
Father, unto Thee we raise;
Risen Lord, all praise to Thee,
With the Spirit, ever be.