At the Lamb's high feast we sing Gerard Klamer

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At the Lamb's high feast we sing
praise to our victorious King,
who has washed us in the tide
flowing from his open side,
Praise we him whose love divine
gives his secret blood for wine,
gives his body for the feast-
Christ the victim, Christ the priest.
Where the paschal blood is poured,
death's dark angel sheathes the sword;
Israel's hosts triumphant go
thro' the wave that drowns the foe.
Praise we Christ, whose blood was shed,
paschal victim, paschal bread;
with sincerity and love
eat we manna from above.
Easter triumph, Easter joy!
sin alone can this destroy;
from sin's pow'r, do thou set free,
souls newborn o Lord in thie.
Hymns of Glory, Songs of Praise,
Father, into Thee we raise,
risen Lord, all praise to thee,
With the spirit ever be.
One man four voices
Gerard Klamer