| Song | The Lamb’s High Banquet We Await |
| Album | Hymns For Easter |
| Genre | Traditional Christian Hymns |
| Translator | John Mason Neale |
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| Tags | The Lamb’s High Banquet We Await |
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The Lamb’s High Banquet We Await
In Snow-White Robes Of Royal State;
And Now, The Red Sea’s Channel Passed,
To Christ, Our Prince, We Sing At Last.
Upon The Altar Of The Cross
His Body Hath Redeemed Our Loss;
And Tasting Of His Roseate Blood,
Our Life Is Hid With Him In God.
That Paschal Eve God’s Arm Was Bared;
The Devastating Angel Spared:
By Strength Of Hand Our Hosts Went Free
From Pharoah’s Ruthless Tyranny.
Now Christ Our Passover Is Slain,
The Lamb Of God That Knows No Stain;
The True Oblation Offered Here,
Our Own Unleavened Bread Sincere.
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.
For Christ, Arising From The Dead,
From Conquered Hell Victorious Sped;
He Thrusts The Tyrant Down To Chains,
And Paradise For Man Regains.
Maker Of All, To Thee We Pray,
Fulfill In Us Thy Joy Today;
When Death Assails, Grant, Lord, That We
May Share Thy Paschal Victory.
To Thee Who, Dead, Again Dost Live,
All Glory, Lord, Thy People Give;
All Glory, As Is Every Meet,
To Father And To Paraclete.
