lyrics
Latin, 6th century
translated by John Mason Neale, 1851
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 Pharaoh's ruthless tyranny.
Now Christ, our paschal Lamb, 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,
and thrust the tyrant down to chains,
and paradise for man regains.
We pray thee, King with glory decked,
in this, our paschal joy, protect
from all that death would fain effect
thy ransomed flock, thine own elect.
To thee who, dead, again dost live,
all glory, Lord, thy people give,
all glory, as is every meet,
to Father and to Paraclete.
credits
from
Quarry Street Hymnal, Volume 1,
released November 1, 2012
Music composed by Bethany Brooks
Bethany Brooks: accordion, vocal
Brad Hinton: vocal
Michael McShane: vocal
Joe D'Amico: mandolin
Kiley Ryan: violin
Jack Byers: acoustic guitar
Philip D'Agostino: double-bass
Fred Berman: drums
Produced and engineered by Jeff Hiatt
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