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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 past,
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;
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.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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Bible Refs:
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1 Co 5:7-8;
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Year
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| 1906 | # 125 | | 1986 | # 101 |
MUSIC
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JESU REEMPTOR SAECULI
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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1782
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ALTERNATIVE TUNES
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Name
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| 8 8 8 8 (L.M.) | | 8 8 8 8 (L.M.) | | 8 8 8 8 (L.M.) |
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