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If AT the Lamb's high feast we sing
Praise to our victorious King,
mf Who hath washed us in the tide
Flowing from His pierced side.
f Praise we Him, whose love divine
Gives His sacred blood for wine,
Gives His body for the feast,
Christ the Victim, Christ the Priest!

2 mf Where the Paschal blood is poured, Death's dark angel sheathes 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;

mf With sincerity and love

Eat we manna from above!

3f Mighty Victim from the sky,

Hell's fierce powers beneath Thee lie;
Thou hast conquered in the fight,
Thou hast brought us life and light:
Now no more can death appal,
Now no more the grave enthral;
Thou hast opened Paradise,

And in Thee Thy saints shall rise!
Amen.

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We keep the memory adored,

dim And show the death of our dear Lord Until He come.

2 mf His body, broken in our stead,
Is here, in this memorial bread,
And so our feeble love is fed
Until He come.

3 The drops of His dread agony,
His life-blood shed for us, we see;
cres The wine shall tell the mystery
dim Until He come.

With the last advent we unite, cres By one blest chain of loving rite, Until He come :

5cres Until the trump of God be heard,
Until the ancient graves be stirred,
And, with the great commanding word,
ff The Lord shall come.

6 mf Oh, blessed hope! With this elate,
Let not our hearts be desolate,
cres But, strong in faith, in patience wait.
Until He come! Amen.