The Lamb’s high ban­quet called to share,
Arrayed in gar­ments white and fair,
The Red Sea past, we fain would sing
To Je­sus our tri­um­phant king.

Upon the al­tar of the cross
His bo­dy hath re­deemed our loss;
And, tast­ing of His pre­cious blood,
Our life is hid with Him in God.

Protected in the Pas­chal night
From the de­stroy­ing an­gel’s might,
In tri­umph went the ran­somed free
From Pha­raoh’s cru­el ty­ran­ny.

Now Christ our Pass­over is slain,
The Lamb of God with­out a stain;
His flesh, the true un­lea­vened bread,
Is free­ly of­fered in our stead.

O all suf­fi­cient sac­ri­fice,
Beneath Thee hell de­feat­ed lies;
Thy cap­tive people are set free,
And crowns of life re­stored by Thee.

We hymn Thee ris­ing from the grave,
From death re­turn­ing, strong to save;
Thine own right hand the ty­rant chains,
And pa­ra­dise for man regains.

All praise be Thine, O ris­en Lord,
From death to end­less life re­stored;
All praise to God the Fa­ther be
And Ho­ly Ghost eter­nal­ly.